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Because 2 Goldens are Better than 1

NOW:  These are my first babies:

Biscuit (aka The Queenie)



Biscuit is 6 years old tomorrow!  Happy almost-birthday!  She really is a little queenie – in her dog world, Tim is the alpha, then she ranks second, then me, then the twins, then Griffin.  Griffin is just a sweetie – I call him my cuddle-bug. 

   Biscuit’s Likes:

Destroying toys so Griffin can’t have any. 

Chewing rawhides and making Mommy fish them out of her throat.

Chasing after Griffin and wrestling/humping him (yes, she is a girl, and she is spayed, it’s a dominance thing)

Chasing balls and barking at them.

Chasing rabbits/bird/people that walk past HER yard. 

People that love her.

Biscuit’s Dislikes:



             Not being petted if you’re within arm’s reach. 

              The vacuum (I tell her if she wouldn’t groom Griffin and leave his fur all over the rug I wouldn’t have to vacuum as much!)

Awwww......Griffin used to be a puppy!

Griffin’s Likes:

Playing with Biscuit

Following Biscuit

Cuddling with Biscuit

People that love him

Griffin’s Dislikes:

Nothing, he’s pretty easy-going

They don’t sleep on our bed – just on the floor in our room.  Luckily, our bed is too high for them to get up on by themselves.  And (I know it’s No-Twin Tuesday, but I have to mention this) they are both so super good with the twins!  They get poked, prodded, crawled on, fed fake food, fed real food (they like that part), and get their dog food taken out of their bowls as they eat….and they do nothing.  Best. Dogs. Ever.  This is now.

THEN:  We did a lot of research when picking a dog breed.  We knew we wanted kids someday and Goldens are one of the highest-rated temperments for if you have the dog first and the kid after.  We got Our Biscuit in October 2005.  It was a little over a year after getting married, we had bought our house that April, and we were originally going to wait to get a dog.  But, Tim got a new job, working Second Shift and I said there was NO WAY I was going to be alone in the house every night.  We needed a dog.  Now.  So, we got her.  She was one of three puppies that were left from a litter of seven.  We went to meet her and took her home that night.  After running to Wal-Mart to get some necessary supplies.  She was already 12 weeks old, and not really puppy-small anymore.  She jumped on my lap in the car like she was meant to be there.  She smiled the whole way home.

She was a terror at first, only because she could not be contained.  We weren’t going to crate her, so we were going to block her into the kitchen at first.  She had other ideas.  So, we ended up borrowing a dog house from my parents to use as a temporary crate just at night or when we weren’t home. 

We got Griffin in December of 2007.  It was a little earlier than planned (although we knew we wanted a second Golden at some point), but a breeder I had heard about from a Golden-lover at work was expecting another litter and if we wanted in on it, we had to put down a deposit.  We got first choice of the boys.  We got to see the puppies when they were only a couple of days old.

Then, a few weeks later, we went to play with them and meet them.  We even brought a blanket with us to bring home to Biscuit so she could get used to her new brother’s smell before he came home at 8 weeks old.  He shivered the entire time on my lap in the car, but immediately loved Biscuit when he came home. 

She was more unsure.  She was actually scared of him for a while.  But, eventually her won her over. 

I love love love having two dogs.  And I will always have two dogs.  I get too attached to have it any other way.  It sounds morbid, but once one of them “goes”, I will get a puppy.  Otherwise, I’ll be the person that claims she’ll never get a dog again.  I’d rather just always have dogs in my house.  So the puppy won’t replace my faithful dog, but instead will be another faithful dog to add to my heart. 

My dogs definitely helped during my struggles with infertility.  They were my shoulder to cry on.  They took my mind off of my troubles just by petting them.  They were always in my way my companions while I exercised and ate dinner by myself.  They jumped all around and were super excited as I told Tim I was actually pregnant.  They are, and always will be, my first “children”.  That was then.

Work or Family; can’t it be both?

NOW:  I love my job.  I wouldn’t give it up, unless I could stay off until my kids were in school and then just go back.  But that’s not how it works with teaching.  At least not here.  We have two incomes to pay the bills.  Yes, we do have some luxuries – two new cars, DVC so we can go on vacation, two state-of-the-art grills in my(Tim’s) backyard, a Zoo Membership.  But all of these things benefit our children also. 

Now, that being said, there are some jobs (NOT teaching) that expect that you should just abandon your family if you want to get ahead.  Last year, for the twins’ first birthday, they wanted to send my husband for training in Virginia Beach.  He informed them it was his kids’ first birthday and he couldn’t miss it.  They said that they had missed plenty of birthdays, and especially the first birthday; the children won’t even remember!  Think George Banks from Mary Poppins.  Luckily, Tim has watched Mary Poppins enough to know family comes first and did the training at another time.

Last night, he had to work late.  He’s salaried, but he still has a certain amount he should be getting done and it doesn’t always fit into his 8-4:30 schedule.  Other people stay late.  All.  The.  Time.  Every day!  Even if they have kids!  I suppose maybe their kids go to bed later than 7:00, but still.  I guess it’s harder for me to understand because I don’t have that kind of career.  Tim doesn’t stay late that often because he wants to come home and see the kids (and me, I suppose).  Every so often though, he has to stay late to catch up.  So I was alone with the twins for the evening. 

I was outnumbered.  4 to 1 (you gotta remember the dogs!).  And it was thundering, so Biscuit counted as extra dogs because she did not want to leave my side.  She actually did not want to leave my lap, but I was standing, so she didn’t have a choice.

I did not get many pictures before dinner.  In fact, there are none.  At one point, Ariel was screaming “POO POO” at me….so I checked her diaper.  Nope.  She kept it up, “POO POO, POO POO”, potty?   I couldn’t really say no.  I’m trying to teach her the potty is a good thing.  At the same time, Will really was poopy.  Ariel sat on the potty.  I changed Will’s diaper in the bathroom.  Biscuit was trying to climb in my lap.  Griffin was barking from the living room because the twins had moved the dogs dishes in the doorway and he was trapped.  And I had pots of steaming veggies on the stove top.  Will ran away after his diaper was changed and brought Ariel some books to read on the potty.  He is just SO SWEET, right?  Then he, along with Biscuit, kept trying to climb over where I was blocking the doorway to the bathroom so that they could get in there.  Patience is a virtue.

I was also on my own for dinner. 

Ariel and Will were served sweet potatoes, peas, and blueberry waffles (previously frozen).  I’m good with the microwave and toaster. 

I made myself a veggie burger; added cheese and ketchup and mustard.  We didn’t have any rolls so it’s just on White/Wheat bread (it’s Wegmans brand – it’s like White whole grain or something).  I did toast the bread in the toaster.  I’m high-tech.

I only got to eat half of it though.  Two weeks ago, we fed the twins veggie burgers and they wouldn’t touch it.  When Mommy eats it and they don’t have it, it’s a different story apparently.  So I had mostly bread.  I also warmed up some “stuff”.  It’s mock pierogi to all you Polish people.  (I am Polish, but my mom makes it, and she is not).  We nicknamed it Stuff when I was really little. 

There are many different ways to make Stuff.  All of them bad for you.  My mom’s is the worst.  But it’s like the perfect food.  I was going to ask her to make it on Father’s Day for our cookout, but Tim said that wasn’t a good idea because it’s SO BAD FOR YOU.  So I didn’t ask.  She made it anyway to surprise me.  (I was secretly thrilled!).

It consists of noodles, sauerkraut (see, I am Polish), mushrooms from a can, ground beef (although she probably used 90% fat free – that’s healthy, right?).  And this time – drumroll please – 2 boxes of butter.  No, that is not a typo.  It was made in a big crockpot.  But still.  2 BOXES of BUTTER.  Even in small portions its hard to justify eating this.  Except that it’s so good.  And nostalgic.  I threw the rest of the leftovers out.  I felt so bad, but I knew it was the right thing to do. 

According to the Wii Fit – I lost 2 lbs today!  I had supposedly gained 2 yesterday, so that’s a wash.  This is now.

THEN:  The psychic.  Do you believe in psychics?  I didn’t.  My MIL had gone to one in November 2008.  The psychic apparently knew that her son (Tim) and daughter-in-law were trying to get pregnant and having trouble.  She told my MIL to tell us to not worry.  (Oh, OK, that will work, thanks lady I never met).  She said we’d be pregnant by Valentine’s Day.  As much as I didn’t believe, I didn’t want to believe, and I didn’t want to hope and wait for Valentine’s Day like it was some kind of deadline.  I hoped she was right.  I hoped it was sooner.  I hoped Valentine’s Day wouldn’t come and go with nothing to show for it. 

My second round of injectables was at the end of January.  Mid-January I got a text from my good friend telling me she was finally pregnant.  (A text, I know, I couldn’t believe it either – but she wanted to give me time to digest the news on my own before I actually had to speak to her).  I was so happy.  I’m not lying or remembering wrong.  Happy was my first and strongest emotion.  I was having coffee with another friend and I called Tim right away.  I was so mad she had TEXTED me with this big news.  Was I a little sad for myself?  Yes.  But not more sad that I had been anyway.  And it gave me hope.  If she could try for two years and get pregnant, I could too, right?  It was a little awkward when we saw a bunch of friends towards the end of January.  They all felt sorry for me.  I didn’t want them to feel sorry for me, I wanted them to feel happy for her.  I know they did….they were just concerned about me, too.  That was then.

So, here I am

Here’s me, blogging.  Entering the world of increased communication, public displays, and creating a space where I can tell about myself and my family.  Telling myself that people care to read about me, they really do.  🙂  Anyway, this is my first attempt at a post.  I’d like to post daily (which will be a lot easier when I’m off for the summer!), and I welcome comments, followers, constructive criticism.  Enjoy my Now and Then format!  I want to share what’s going on today and what I went through in the past.

NOW: I’m going to start blogging about yesterday actually.  I had such a great day with the twins, and I am really, REALLY looking forward to summer vacation now.  I mean, I was before anyway, but also the prospect of being ‘stuck’ with my two little hooligans darlings, all day every day was a little daunting.  But just look at these faces!  How could I not want to be ‘stuck’ with them?

Here’s my Ariel, attempting to blow bubbles.  She’s SO into being independent right now.  So she didn’t want mommy to blow them.  However, she thinks you put your mouth right on the wand so it wasn’t really working out too well (in my opinion, but what do I know, I’m just the grown-up).  She had fun though, so obviously I don’t know what I’m talking about.  And her mouth was probably squeaky-clean.

In the meantime, my William was amusing himself at the sand/water table.  Mostly staying under the little umbrella, which was good because it was HOT and SUNNY, even at 9 in the morning!  He was on the water side…filling and dumping, filling and dumping.  He’s not a big fan of getting his hands sandy.  Yet.

Then, we just had to find out what the doggies were doing.  ‘Kiskit’ (translation: Biscuit), and Giken (Griffin) were just laying in the shade.  Reasonable.  Or so they assumed. 

So, on what seems like a rarity these days in Buffalo, we had a lovely SUNNY day together.  This is now.


This is the ‘then’ part of my post today. 

At the very beginning of my pregnancy journey (summer 2006) I distinctly remember talking to my OB/GYN and her asking me (as she every year for the past couple of years) if I had given any thought to trying to get pregnant yet.  Well, yes, yes, I want to try.  I want a baby.  Now.  And her saying to me that when a person (woman) decides they want a baby, they wanted a baby Yesterday.  Like it should be here by now.  Like we don’t want to be waiting a stinking year by charting and temping and waiting and hoping as the seconds tick by and you’re waiting every month for something you hope isn’t going to happen and if it is even 2 hours late (which you know because you’ve been charting and temping and waiting) you start getting your hopes up that maybe you’re pregnant.  And you try to tell yourself, because you are a rational person, that it’s only a little late.  But, you’re not feeling your usual symptoms.  And you’re never late.  And you know you must be pregnant but you know you must not get your hopes up.  And you know it doesn’t usually happen on the first try.  Or even the first year.  But I had my hopes up.  Every time.  And I got disappointed, even the first time, even though I knew it wasn’t “rational”, even though I knew, after all of the reading I did, that it takes 85% of couples a year to conceive.  I knew all that.  Every time.  And maybe you do too.  Maybe you’re pretending, even to yourself, that your hopes aren’t up, that you aren’t going to be disappointed if it doesn’t happen this month.  But you can’t help it.  I couldn’t help it.  I felt that I never wanted anything more and it was completely out of my control even though I was trying to control it by charting and temping and waiting and hoping and being in the “right” position and at the right time and relaxing and all the rest.  And it seemed like nothing was helping.  Why why why?   That was then.

Question of the Day: Do you have many sunny days where you live, or do you need to cherish every one?  What do you do on a ‘free’ sunny day?