Poppy TMI.

Oh hey! It's been....awhile. Life is crazy and I feel like I'm kind of in unknown territory. Eden is 13 months (how did that happen?!) and when David was her age, I was already pregnant again! This time around, I'm not and we're really sure what's next for our family. Maybe another baby in a few years, maybe not. In the meantime I'm learning how to be content and filled with joy in the present and just praying a lot about what God's got next for me!

So, why I'm writing right now would be good yeah? ;) Our fabulous photographer (Mel over at Sommessa Photography, which by the way if you're in Oregon you need her to do your photos, she's THE BEST) recently gave us a bunch of photos that she took last summer. There are some amazing photos of the kids which I'm definitely going to share later but there are also some super adorable photos of Poppy and those are what I'm sharing today!

BECAUSE oh my goodness do I have a story for you!

First, let's all appreciate what a tiny cute baby she was last summer and then prepare yourself for MAJOR TMI. Like, it's gross. You've been warned. Ha.

 

Are you dying? Yeah, me too. I can't believe she was ever so little! And on that note, Poppy girl is officially of age. Mhm, she went into heat yesterday.

Our morning was crazy busy. I had a chiropractic appointment in the city at 9am, David had an X-ray with the pediatric dentist back in the burbs at 10:50am. Between those two appointments we hit up the busiest Starbucks ever in which both of my children thought it best to lose their lovely little minds. And then we came home. It was about nap time, we'd been out of the house since 8am, and I was ready to sit my booty down.

So, we walk in and the scent of dog poop fills my nose. Oh no. Poppy pooped in the crate. Crap. I don't have time for thissssss is pretty much where my thoughts were. I texted Drex with the most lovely series of text messages, set the kids up, and then headed over to the crate ready for the mess I was sure would be greeting me. Except when I got there, there was no poop. It smelled, bad but no poop. That's weird I thought but I put her outside and let out a sigh of relief. It was then that I noticed her in her pooping position, walking around the yard. Now, this doesn't happen unless she's got poop stuck in her butt. Dog ownership man, glamorous am I right? So now I'm all great, I get to wipe her butt. This is fabulous. I head outside with a bag of wipes and prepare myself. Except there's no poop. No, instead there's blood in her lady parts.

Oh my gosh. My dog is on her period. 

This time I frantically called Drex and had him head over to the store (and then home) to grab dog diapers. Meanwhile, I let her inside, stick her in the crate, and head upstairs to nap the kids. When I come back down I'm greeted with the most horrible thing. Dog vomit in the crate. But not any dog vomit, you see, she did poop in her crate it turns out. But then she ate it. And then she threw it up. And if reading this is grossing you out, imagine how I was feeling at this point. ;)

So basically that's how my life is right now. ;) Happy Friday people!