I bought some balloons for a friend who just had her baby. They were floating in our living room waiting for their festive delivery for 3 or 4 days. Days with balloons floating are very entertaining in our house because Ranger, our dog, is TERRIFIED of them! Not just apprehensive or skiddish, but TERRIFIED! I set the balloons in the corner so Ranger would basically still have free rein of the house. Last night right before we left to with the balloons I tied them to a gift bag and then left them on the couch. The balloons were swaying because they were disrupted. A few minutes later, I noticed Ranger walking the longest distance possible to come close to me and still be as far as possible from the balloons. Once he got close to me they gently swayed again, which put Ranger into code red mode. He began backing himself into the corner (the furthest point from the balloons) and growling while never taking his eyes off of the balloons. Michael and I just laughed because it's too funny! Michael and I had been discussing putting a blanket on the floor for a month or two before the baby got here to help Ranger understand his boundaries and that he would not be allowed on the baby's blanket. Last night Mike came up with a much better plan...we'll just tie a balloon or two to Gabby's toes and we'll never have to worry about Ranger coming within a 15 foot radius of her!
Everyone knows that being a parent is full of sacrifices and some are more difficult than others. So far being a Mom I have "sacrificed" my skin thanks to stretch marks, my youthfulness, thanks to the worries that cause the new wrinkles I notice weekly, my pretty legs thanks to the varicose veins I received during pregnancy that never went away, the comfort of sitting thanks to the back pain I have had ever since pregnancy, a good night’s sleep, and the list goes on... However, none of these things truly feel like a sacrifice (although I do miss sleep and my non-damaged body) they are just part of being a mommy and I wouldn't trade parenthood for anything! Today, however, a very difficult sacrifice was made, although I know it was the only choice. Ranger, the dog Michael and I had for 7 ½ years, was given to a new home today. He bit Gabby on her head when she was about 9 months old and then about a week ago he nipped at her and unfortunately that was the last straw. M...
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