OK, so I know that at least a few folks who thought this was another odd “I’m pregnant” announcement. While I can’t deny some intentionality in my misleading, I can say that we’re NOT, I repeat, we’re NOT having another baby.
Instead, our family circle has expanded to include our lovable little Betta named Ernie. Calder was quite entranced by Uncle Luke and Aunt Ann’s Betta (Bert) when we visited them this summer.
A routine shopping trip last week became and resulted in the impromptu adoption of our fishy friend. Calder loves feeding him and he helped change his water today. The series below is when he met Ernie last week.
Entering the kitchen after nap…
I love this one…he’s looking back for Garth. I imagine he was thinking, “Hey, do you see this too?”
I can’t tell whose expression I love here more…
My best shot has to be the little pointy finger picture…it was then that he said, “It’s my fish?”
On a slight tangent, I’m in complete denial that it’s been 2 weeks since I’ve posted anything! I have SO MANY pictures to share, and fun things we’ve done….chances are, I’ll “backblog” a few of our fun summertime memories sometime this week! ‘Til then, we’ll try not to do anything fun and photoworthy so I can play catch up.
I’m guessing that won’t happen…considering we’re headed back to da U.P. on Wednesday!! In any case, here’s to a fun-filled and not-enough-time-to-stay-caught-up-with-tech summer!
We always knew we’d get a dog. Sure, we could smuggle a cat into our teeny apartment for a few months, but adding a canine companion to our family was impossible until we owned a home. We closed on our house a few days shy of our first anniversary, and three short months later, we fought our way through a horrible Michigan winter storm to welcome home our wrinkly Weimaraner pup.
We’ve had our ups,
and in-betweens with this guy.
I always said I wouldn’t be one of those moms who loved their dogs like nothing else…until their kids came along. It seemed so sad, so cold to dismiss the four-legged friend. Yet, I too found myself cringing at the sight of dog hair on baby blankets, and his dirty nose nudging the clean toys.
And I’ll admit there are times that I haven’t completely trusted Xanther, which has caused us to keep a watchful eye on the dog-baby relationship. Now that they’re both a little older, we’ve let them interact a bit more and it’s been pretty cute to watch them.
Seeing the wonder in Calder’s eyes as Xanther licks his hand, and hearing his squeals of delight at sloppy wet kisses remind me that he’s not just my dog. He’s our dog. Our family dog. And as much as I might have (possibly will have again soon) thoughts that life would be easier without him around…I know that deep down, I’m a softy for this floppy-eared fella.