My Fur Babies

Okay, one last post for today. I just wanted to introduce you to my Fur Babies.

I love his eyes!

He gets so excited he can't stop panting.

This is our day at the park.

Same park, just having a photoshoot on the beach.

First we got Mason. He is a full bred Pug...that is skinny and tall. We are thinking that this is a characteristic of just Black pugs, because fawn ones are short and fatter. So here is Mason. He was given to us from a friend of an ex-friend. We found out they were giving them away, all we had to do was get him his shots, and drove to Massachusetts to meet them, and picked out our Little Boy. K had been holding him the whole ride home, and when we were almost there I wanted a turn, so I took Mason onto my chest, and about 5 minutes later he threw up on me. The man we got him from told us to watch out because he liked to eat toilet paper. Well, in his pile of throw up on me, was a BIG wad of toilet paper. UGH! His name used to be Herculees. UGH! So we named him Mason. We got him when he was 6 months old. And we were both still living at our childhood homes. He is spoiled rotten, and loves to be kissed. He snores, and SNORTS, we call it talking...sometimes if you ask him something he'll kind of inhale and snort at the same time. People who don't know him think that he is growling, but he's not. He appears unfriendly and kind of a jerk, barking like a maniac at people, but when you get close he just wants you to pet him and love him. And lastly he rubs up against you like a cat does to show you how much he loves you. Oh, and we call him "Stiff Legs" because unless you cradle him like a baby, his legs (all 4 of them) will stick straight out when you hold him, it's like he can't relax (he's like his Mama!).

She's a little overweight.

She is NOT a photogenic dog. She's too busy looking everywhere.

But if I ask her if she wants a treat, she'll definately look.

Then we got Molly...we had wanted a Puggle. And I think I put it on FB one day...like a month before our Wedding my childhood friend contacted me, and said that she knew of someone wanting a good home for a Puggle named Lucy. She was 3 years old, good with kids. etc; This wasn't the time that we had wanted a dog. it was bad enough having someone dogsit Mason...but I said, well, let's go look at her. Well, once we saw her, I guess you can imagine what happened. We fell in love. Also, the person who had her, had found her, and they took her in temporarily, but couldn't keep her. That was the deciding factor. If we took her home and she was horrible, then yes, we would find someone else to take her...We took her home and Mason was SO jealous! Didn't even want anything to do with either of us. Let me tell you about (Lucy) We named her Molly, because she wouldn't come to Lucy, so we decided it couldn't hurt to name her something that we wanted to name her. There is not ONE thing wrong with her, she is the SWEETEST dog I have ever known or owned. The one problem is that she begs. But, a lot of dogs do. So we just tell her to lay down, and that's that. SHe is so cute. She barks when she wants something, like to go outside, or to jump on the couch. It's like she is talking to us. She loves to give kisses. We always joke that when we do have a Baby, that we can't leave the baby in Molly's reach because she will kiss it all day! :) So here is Molly...Oh yeah, and she can give a HIGH Five. :) So here are our Fur Babies! :) Now that I am falling asleep, goodnight for real!

The "Talk"

So K and I had a talk about what to do if the blood work and ultrasound come back for sure positive that I have PCOS. We truly love the idea of being as young as we are and being parents. We don't want to wait and see if I loose weight, I'm not saying I won't try to do it, I just know how long it takes me to loose the weight, and we don't want to wait that long. That could be like 2 years from now for all we know. I am so thankful that my doctor is offering Clomid this soon. I am really fortunate to be able to have the opportunity. We had the discussion tonight about the "T" word...Twins! The was the first thing the doctor warned me of, is the possibility of have multiples. We are prepared. K always likes to think that these alternatives will not happen to us, therefore we don't have to worry. QUITE the contrary for me. I am thinking, all the time, about the What if's. I can't be like him, I need to plan in advance and know that if it did happen what we would try to do. How would I work? I don't have a Big enough car for the kids I watch and TWINS. What would we do...if he made $9 more an hour then he would make as much as we do now, and I could stay home and maybe sell something like Partylite, or Tastefully Simple, something like that. To earn some extra income. These thoughts are always running through my head, that is why I am up at 12:30 on a Thursday night, even though I have to get up in about 5 hours. I can't sleep when I think like this. I lay in bed and pick my finger nails, that I have worked so hard to grow! I already picked 3, :( I am disappointed in myself.

I am ALWAYS thinking.

My First official Blog

Hey All.

I am going to start blogging I think, I have always expressed myself well through writing. I remember when I was 5, I used to make a secret hiding spot under my four poster bed, when I could FIT under there, and I used to write in my journal. I always enjoy my alone time, and this is a nice way to de-stress I feel like. I used to have a picture frame with a picture of my grandfather and I under my bed, along with some gum, and my diary of course.

My Nana (we're Italian, so she's a Nana) just told me last week that she was going through my old room and found some letters that I had written... "I was almost in tears!" She told me...and in my head I'm thinking the worst...what did I write? How much I hated her because she wouldn't let me go to the mall? I was nervous, she went on to say that I was so sweet and that I wrote about how much I loved her, and how she was always there for me and stuff like that. Phew, the bad stuff must be in the LOCKED diary! What kid didn't vent about how "mean" their parents were for grounding them, or who knows what else.

Here's a little background:

 My Grandparents took custody of me, such a blessing, when I was about 6 months old ( think, I never really got a straight answer). My Aunt was living at home at the time, so really I grew up as almost her little sister. My Grandparents are a GODSEND. I don't go a day without being Thankful to them. My Grandfather died when I was 7, and it was and is still very hard on me. He was the only "father figure"  I had, and I feel like our time was so short, that I missed out on that really. I mean, I remember some things, but not a lot...but for the time that I did have him, it was a wonderful time.

As for my Nana, she has been the best thing to EVER happen to me, and without her, I will be lost. I don't know what I will do when she passes. She has given me the strength to deal with life, she has taught me everything I know. She has made me independent. She has devoted her life to me.

Even though I am 23 years old now, she is always there if I need her. I talk to her everyday at 9:30 am. (Except for this week because she is in Punta Cana, DR! Lucky girl!) She is there if I need money, if I need someone to watch the kids I nanny for if I have a doctors appt. She's the best.