...Have left us with only one choice...
For about the last 18 months Travis has been suggesting that we should get a puppy. Prior to Gideon I was actually seriously considering the idea, but ever since we became parents I've really felt like between a much absent husband, a needy cat and the munchkin, I've already got my hands full. So whenever he suggests it, I ask him to wait at least a few years when Gideon is a little older and not quite so much work. But at least once a week he brings it up.
I've decided that today will be the perfect illustration on why we certainly do not need a dog right now.
But this story actually starts last week. Crookshanks is an indoor/outdoor cat. Meaning that he usually sleeps in the house, but when the weather is nice, or nicer, we can't keep him inside. And when it's bad, we can't get him out of the house. Anyway about 10 days ago we had a couple of days up into the 60's so Crookshanks was out quite a bit. He came home one night with about a quarter-sized patched of fur missing and a pretty nasty gash. He doesn't get into fights often, but this is far from the first time he's been a little banged up. As is the case with cats, he usually keeps himself clean and heals quickly.
Unfortunately we noticed this past weekend that the gash looked actually worse and he was bleeding and oozing from it. And boy did it stink!!!!!!! It was so gross and getting everywhere!
So this morning I called the vet as soon as they opened and they agreed to see us as soon as I could get there. As usual though, this took a while because I first had to get myself and Gideon fed and dressed and then I took Gideon to Nana's because there was just no way I was going to chase him around the vet's office while trying to corral the cat.
Then I came back home and after a big struggle during which the squalling cat lost some fur and I lost my patience, I finally got Crookshanks in the carrier and headed up to the vet. Our vet is in Rigby which is about 20 miles away and thanks to the snow and sleet we got last night and the fact that it was only 26 degrees the roads were nothing but ice. I almost slid out twice, but we finally made it to the vet. Naturally there was much wailing on the part of the cat the entire drive up there. Then when we got there we found that he'd urinated and pooped in the carrier. As if that wasn't enough, he pooped again on the table and the dr.
The exam was quite short. It took the vet only a few seconds to see that the cut was badly infected and a only a minute to realize that the infection was trapped under the skin. So they had to do surgery. Technically I don't know if it's considered surgery, but they had to put him under general anesthesia, so I had to sign a surgical release form. Anyway they had to put him under so that they could insert a drain which will allow the infection to drain out. They also injected him with an antibiotic.
So I left the cat there, picked up Gideon, put him down for a nap and began laundering the blankets and towels which the cat had bled on over the past few days. Then I had to go rinse out the carrier so that I'd be able to go pick him up. That required digging the garden hose out of the snow and spending twenty minutes breaking up the blocks of ice within it.
Once Gideon woke up we had errands to run, which included taking some bedding to the dry cleaners and picking up the cat at the vet. Fortunately the cat was still sedated so he didn't cause as much fuss. The bigger problem was Gideon chasing everyone's puppies in the waiting room and getting them all riled up. The vet said everything went well except that the infection was spread further than they thought so they ended up having to place two drains instead of just one. And we have to go back on Friday to have the drains removed.
We got home, unloaded cat and kid. The cat was so woozy he was stumbling and tripping everywhere. I placed clean towels and blankets around on all of the furniture and stuff I'd like to protect. But I couldn't get him to lay down and rest and it became clear instantly I had to keep him shut away in a room where Gideon couldn't reach him. He's never very gentle with the cat, but with the cat being a little sore and slow I figured it was a better idea to keep him away completely.
And so that's been my day. I finally got Gideon some dinner and now we're going to go and get ready for bed.
The cat for his part has been letting out baleful wails now and then but I imagine he'll be super cranky tomorrow. He's also kind of mad because I haven't fed him yet. But the vet said not to give him any food until after midnight unless I want to clean up cat puke.
Since I have no desire to do that, I think I'll just wait and he can be hungry.
There are some pictures below, but they're pretty gross. They had to shave further down his leg but it still looks nasty.
At any rate I'm hoping these will stop the dog discussion at least for a couple of years.
It's difficult for me to put into words what I've been feeling today. All day long a rush of gratitude and emotion have held me in their grasp and threatened to overcome me at any moment.
It's hard to believe that it's been a whole year since the day when Gideon was placed in our arms and we were finally able to bring him home. And yet at the same time it seems impossible that there was ever a time when he wasn't part of our family. He just belongs with us.
I remember that day a year ago. A very cold and very windy Sunday. (Much like today, only without the inches of fresh snow we got today.) I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my entire life. Everything had been building up to this day, this hour, this moment. The years of being unable to concieve. The pain of learning that we never would. The years spent waiting. The adoptions that fell through. The weeks before he was born when we knew he was coming and yet were afraid to get too excited in case something happened. And then the day he was born, waiting, waiting, waiting for a call. Getting to go see him and hold him and then having to walk away and leave him there. And then that 10 days. Easily the worst 10 days of my life. Knowing that my baby was out there and he wasn't with me.
I remember walking into the LDS Family Services building with an empty car seat and a spare blanket just praying that everything would work out and we would finally, officially become parents.
I remember as we sat in the room with the caseworker and her intern signing all of the paperwork I was shaking so badly she twice asked if I were going to be okay. It was amazing that I wasn't hyperventilating. (Actually I kind of was, but oh well.)
I remember agonizing over what we might say when Gideon finally arrived with his birth family. I remember sitting behind that closed door of the caseworker's office and hearing them arrive. I heard his cries mixed with hers as they were ushered to a room past us down the hall.
And then we were led in to meet them. There were so many of them. So many people there who loved that baby so much. My heart started breaking the moment we entered the room and I saw her tear-streaked face. She sat on a couch in between her parents, clutching him tightly while he drank a bottle. Her sister and brother-in-law sat in chairs at the end of the room, and an aunt she's very close to sat on the other side.
I had to start blinking back the tears immediately. We talked quietly for a few moments. Mostly with her parents. (She wasn't up to talking.) They told us about his habits, his milestones, things we should be aware of. They told us how wonderful it had been to have this time to spend with him. They gave us bags upon bags of clothes, blankets and other gifts that he'd been given in the days they had him.
I began crying in earnest as they started talking about some the things they hoped and dreamed for him. His birth mother talked about how important it was to her that he be raised in a home with a mother and father who were in a loving and stable relationship.
We visited for about an hour. Nearly everyone getting emotional at one point or another. We gave her a gift. A lap quilt I'd made months before and a CD of songs that were uplifting and hopeful. It seemed so paltry and ridiculous next to what she was giving to us. And then the caseworker (who moved things right along because she had a family dinner to get to) turned to her and asked, "Are you ready."
She shook her head no and kissed him a couple of times before standing up and walking over to me. I didn't think I'd ever stop crying as she placed him in my arms and ran back to her mother. Then his birth grandparents came over and each gave him a kiss.
And then they left. The caseworker and her intern walked them out and for the first time ever, we were left alone with this tiny little baby. OUR tiny little baby. The minute everyone was out of sight, Travis took him away from me (and we haven't stopped fighting over him ever since.)
There were so many people waiting for us at home. Waiting to hold him and kiss him and welcome him into our family that we didn't really get to hold him ourselves for about an hour.
I didn't sleep at all that first night we had him home. I was so nervous and emotionally overwrought sleep was out of the question. Especially when every coo and sigh sent me running for the bassinette. But somehow I didn't care. I finally had my boy at home with me. And that was all that mattered.
Here we are a year later. And it's odd to think that there was ever a time when we didn't have him. And yet I can so easily access that memory and those moments that were so bittersweet, that my heart was breaking even as it was experiencing the greatest joy I've ever known.
Such a great big boy!
Unlike the rest of you, my Christmas comes in March. And it starts with Selection Sunday and ends the first Monday of April.
So bring on the madness!
And marginally concerned about "The Toe that Stopped the World." (AKA UNC's Point Guard Ty Lawson, who is out with an injured big toe.)
But we have perfect faith he'll be healthy soon!
It's hard to believe we've only been married 7 years, when my memories of life before Travis seem kind of fuzzy and almost dreamlike. It's just so natural that it seems as if we've been married forever.
And yet it's puzzling to so many people how we ever even managed to get together. Anyone who has known us either as a couple or separately, will attest that Travis and I are truly a case of "Opposites Attract." We rarely see eye to eye on things and while we don't often fight or argue, that's usually only because he avoids confrontation while I tend to seek it out.
We often joke that our marriage is much like that old Gershwin song, "Let's Call the Whole Thing Off" We have so little in common that some days it seems as if it would simply be easier to call the whole thing off. But then as the song says, if we did that, we'd have broken hearts.
So I guess we'll just stay blissfully mismatched for the rest of forever.
Yeah. I think I can handle that.
P.S. We celebrated our anniversary by spending last night at our favorite romantic bed and breakfast. A little spendy, but totally worth it! I'm so glad I have a husband who totally gets me. He knows that even though in reality it's only a few blocks from home that just getting away from the dishes and the laundry and the everyday distractions is really important now and then. Check it out, maybe next time you're up this way, you'll want to experience it for yourself. (And if not, we can always go tour the rooms, because they are just cool to see.)
This morning we said Bye Bye to Lily Pie and Cami. They had to go home to warmer weather and lots more sunshine.
Gideon will miss his cousin. They've become great friends and playmates.
They even gave each other a kiss goodbye. Of course it's even cuter when you know that at their age a "kiss" means "put your open mouth on someone and slober." Still it was too cute not to post.
We miss you guys already! Come back and visit soon!
Last night was the Madison High School Wrestling Banquet to celebrate the accomplishments of the wrestlers throughout the season. Since mom and daddy volunteered to host it in their home and cook the main dish (mom's famous chicken enchiladas) we all got drafted to help.
As much as he would have liked to attend, Gideon stayed home with dad, because we just didn't need the "help" of our favorite demolition crew. So he "helped" dad at home.
This is Cami's bum. She was in the way and wouldn't let me take a picture, so I told her I was going to post her bum on my blog if she didn't move. I think she thought I was bluffing.
Cody ended up being the most decorated wrestler of the evening. He got his state wrestling championships certificate. He was also awarded a plaque for being part if the "Twenty Win Club" (given to all wrestlers who have twenty or more varsity wins in a season. This was actually Cody's second year in the twenty win club.) And he won the "King of the Mat" award for having the most take downs of anyone on the team this year. And he got the big award of the evening as well, "Most Outstanding Wrestler" which of course is equivalent to a Player of the Year award in most other sports.
The banquet went well and everyone enjoyed the highlights video Cody put together. And of course we're very, very proud of him!
Well it's been an eventful week. Gideon got sick with a cold which led to an ear infection which required a trip to the doctor. But otherwise, we can't really complain too much. Life is pretty good right now. We've been enjoying Cami and Lily's visit to Idaho. Gideon has especially enjoyed having a playmate. He and Lily Pie get a real kick out of each other.
And he doesn't even mind sharing his toys.
Yesterday the munchkin got to help grandpa Darryl transplant some house plants. I think he ended up just eating the dirt, but oh well, as long as he had fun.
And of course, you can't have two babies staying in the same house without doing the obligatory naked in the tub together picture. It was a tight fit but they seemed to have fun!