Most of my friends are on facebook - and I find I neglect my blog, despite feeling it is a more personal way to share information. For that - I hope to get better this fall....(I keep saying that - right?)
Anyways....
August 26, 2011
Weight: 19lbs (25%)
Height: 29-1/4" (50%)
Head: 17" (25%)
She is walking, "talking" and loving life. She is still nursing and although she CAN drink from a sippy, I think she is specifically trying to be sketchy about it because she knows once she does - the gig is up. I am pleased that I was able to nurse her this long (at 13.5 months now!), since Isaac quit before a year - but...well, Mommy is ready to have her body back! Isobel is a determined little one....in a different way than Isaac is. She loves doggies, waving at people and cuddling. She has definitely her own little personality.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Dear Blue....
Dear Blue,
Tomorrow we bring home your new brother. I know you won't be here to meet him, but I am pretty sure if you were, you would teach him many things.
You would teach him only to potty on the perimeter of the yard....that the softest spot in the bed in BETWEEN us (thanks, Isobel seems to have gotten the memo while still in-utero)...That the ottoman is THE designated boxer spot for tv watching. You would teach him how to patiently stay in the yard until called, how to walk next to us without a leash, how to gulp a banana down in nanoseconds. You would give him all the notes on how to recognize when we are packing for a vacation, or if Daddy is just leaving for a work trip. You would remind him that you have to stay still when babies are crawling on you, and that laying on your back will command instant belly-rubs.
You'd teach him how to recognize when your people need a little boxer love...and how to give that gentle head nudge that said everything.
We still miss you so much....but it is exactly because of you, that we are ready to have another boxer in our life. You taught us that life without boxer love...well, just somehow not complete. Even Isobel knows it, having never lived with you - she squeals with delight when she see doggies...and has been practicing her "Ruff-ruffs'.
So tomorrow, when we finally take this little guy home...we will be thinking of you. For, you will always be our first boxer luv. I only hope we can raise this little guy to be as wonderful of a companion as you were. And we will always be, Blue's Family.
Tomorrow we bring home your new brother. I know you won't be here to meet him, but I am pretty sure if you were, you would teach him many things.
You would teach him only to potty on the perimeter of the yard....that the softest spot in the bed in BETWEEN us (thanks, Isobel seems to have gotten the memo while still in-utero)...That the ottoman is THE designated boxer spot for tv watching. You would teach him how to patiently stay in the yard until called, how to walk next to us without a leash, how to gulp a banana down in nanoseconds. You would give him all the notes on how to recognize when we are packing for a vacation, or if Daddy is just leaving for a work trip. You would remind him that you have to stay still when babies are crawling on you, and that laying on your back will command instant belly-rubs.
You'd teach him how to recognize when your people need a little boxer love...and how to give that gentle head nudge that said everything.
We still miss you so much....but it is exactly because of you, that we are ready to have another boxer in our life. You taught us that life without boxer love...well, just somehow not complete. Even Isobel knows it, having never lived with you - she squeals with delight when she see doggies...and has been practicing her "Ruff-ruffs'.
So tomorrow, when we finally take this little guy home...we will be thinking of you. For, you will always be our first boxer luv. I only hope we can raise this little guy to be as wonderful of a companion as you were. And we will always be, Blue's Family.
Been SOOO bad at posting.
I know. I know. It's just this summer has been sooo packed with things. I am hoping a return to school will allow me to catch up again. Seriously.
I can hope, right?
I can hope, right?
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