If You Want to Play With the Big Dogs....

At any given time, there are more than four children at my house.  I birthed four.  Three pregnancies resulting in four kids.  I am a proud G3, P4.  That little tidbit will only make sense to some one in the medical field.
I hadn't realized just how magnetic my home was until recently.  Steve and I have a soft spot for most creatures.  Steve is the ultimate kid magnet and is just as quick to rescue an animal in need as I am.
But, and it is a BIG but, there is apparently a cosmic sign over out house:
SOFT HEARTED WOMAN HERE!

In the past couple of months a large white dog named Seven has showed up.  She loves the kids.  She belongs to my neighbor, Joan.  Joan raises pigs and other livestock and keeps several Pyrenees dogs to protect them.  Seven really likes kids.  Joan has kids.  They are grown.  She has grandkids, they don't live with her.  Have I mentioned that Seven really likes kids?

She never stayed too long and then went home.  OR so we thought!
Now, she really wants to go to school with the kids.

 

And yes, she really loves to ride in the car.  And yes again, that is a line of drool.

The problems started when she decided she wanted to stay overnight.  At first I didn't have the heart to make her leave.

 

 But then, she started to invite other dogs.  While they were cute, and I felt very secure as all of them decided to be defensive about protecting the house, they all had jobs they were neglecting!  They were in dereliction of duty!

So, after consulting with Joan....I am now not nice when Seven comes over.  Or, at least, as not nice as I am capable of....I don't open the garage door when she taps on the window, I don't share my food and I use very strict words to remind her of her responsibilities waiting for her at home.
Yeah, she still visits.

And how was your day?

Never a dull moment

I know, I know....I am sooooo behind on posts.
My beloved twin boys turned ten and spent the day hacking at each other and friends with nerf swords and celebrated with a rocking Angry Birds cake.
My dear daughter turned 12, something over the summer, we feared might never happen!  She celebrated in style... VEGAS BABY!
Darling husband noticed a sale on air fares that, well, was irresistible.  We flew to Vegas and spen Christmas with my in-laws. We caught some fantastic light shows, ate some incredible food and then flew home.
This was the first time the boys had flown on a commercial jet.  Or gone through security.  TSA level security.
We explained why we had to do it and then explained to William why he COULDN'T talk about it the whole time at the air port.  Luckily, we had wonderful TSA agents and the process was painless. The kids loved flying and the attendants commented on what a mannerly family we had.  They should see us at home!
After ringing in the New Years, I took on painting the twins' room.  It had been on my to-do list, but the boys had conflict over how to decorate their room.  Thoughts ranged from Indiana Jones to a lego room.  I was exasperated. I talked them down to basic country and all is well.

So I will end this first post of the new year with some highlights from the last couple months that I missed!  Here's to better posting in the future!

And how was your day?