How was your day?

She's feeling better and her entertaining skills are back with a vengeance. Proof of this 1. today I gave her a hat box to play in while I got dressed and she proceeded to stand ON the box and dance. I could just see a trip to the ER. Exhibit B. Her Daddy and I sat in the floor of her bedroom tonight watching her dance, laugh, spin, fall, wear sunglasses and kiss us endlessly. It was pure joy. So glad that my day ended like this.

Don't hate. I broke out the flash so these are not so high quality.
About to plant a big one on Daddy. I would lean over and kiss Dallas and then she had to . This went on for 10 or 12 rounds. She thought it was hilarious and Dallas loved it to say the least. A zillion kisses from his girls? Jackpot.

She eventually tired of kissing Daddy and turned to her closet door. It, and the UGA cheerleading outfit got several kisses.

turns out Daddy's make for a really comfy chair...

Forty five minutes later, Daddy realized it was 8:00 and began to read to his girls (from Reese's chair which she will throw you out of if you sit in it) . She finally came around and enjoyed some Karen Katz with her fav guy. It was a great night indeed.

Now, for my morning.
I feel the need for a disclaimer: If you get sick listening to stories that involve poop you may want to out click now. Head on over to a more etiquette based blog that chooses not to share the real stuff. In our house, real stuff=poop.
Rookie is here with us while my mom is visiting my sister. Rook is at Gigi's because our backyard is not fenced in yet (and because they are best friends). He never ever went to the bathroom in any of our homes. He is 4 years old and the most housetrained dog you can meet. However, he is getting a little upset about Reese getting more attention lately. Plus, he is aware that he isn't living at our "new" home yet. In addition, Dallas' parents brought their shih-tzu last weekend and he smelled where Mylo had visited. All of this, added up to my morning.
While I showered this morning, Dallas took Reese to the playroom to play. His words to Rookie, were "No, this is Reese's time. You stay down here." Rookie listened, thought about that, felt that he was getting shafted, and walked into my bathroom and hiked a leg on my shower door! Excuse me? What? He never does anything like this, ever! Okay, he gets in trouble. Dallas leaves for the gym. I go into our pantry and find ants (we are finishing the basement and the ants apparently had a permanent address there). The pest control guy will be at our house shortly, but I wanted to get a headstart at knocking them out. I turn around and Reese has half her diaper off and is pooping! She pooped as she walked around and it fell out of her diaper onto the floor!! Whaaaa! I went into soap opera mode (I tend to overreact to alot of things in life, it's one of my best qualities) and I rush her to to her changing table. I yell at Rookie "stay put!" He usually minds me so good. Keyword:usually. I get Reese cleaned up and turn the corner....no poop. My floor is as clean as if I waxed it myself.
One would think it was over at this point. One would be wrong.
I walk into my bedroom and see that Rookie has peed in the middle of the floor on my brand new, vacuumed everyday, carpet! Ugh! Reese and I get the Resolve and begin cleaning. Reese would like to dance on.the.spot.that.I.am.cleaning! Que the nervous breakdown. I go to find Rookie to give him his official release from the McPherson family papers. Hmmm...what do I smell in the guest bedroom? OMG...he has pooped in my house! He has never pooped in anyone's house even as a puppy! I dry heave while cleaning that up. I look over and he hikes a leg on my guest bedroom floor.
Are you still with me?
Are you all wondering if a man named Rookie McPherson still exists?
It's a good question.
He does. He is in confinement until he goes to the Pet Resort. He better hope he can get off on temporary insanity. I know I could right now.
Several minutes of scrubbing, crying, laughing, Reese wanting to clean carpet HERSELF, I finally sat down to fix my lunch. I was holding Reese and she peed down the side of me.
That was my day. How was yours?
It earned a huge hug from my husband who arrived home fresh and slender from the gym wondering who stole his normal family.
Hope you enjoyed my story. On a side note, if you read my blog last night, our politicians dog brought Dallas' shoe back. That was a happy surprise. It was sitting on our front porch this evening ready for tomorrow's workout. Guess he just needed it for the night.

Ah, tomorrow's a new day.
Happy Thirtieth Birthday Deb!