Motherhood should be listed as a mental illness

I survived

The girls were all really good! They watched movies until 11. They all went to bed without waking the baby up. I only had to go in once to tell them to be quiet and they were asleep by 12:30. I'm not sure what time they woke up, but Patton was up at 7:30 and they were already up and playing. We went to the Y a little after 11 and they played there for a couple of hours, we came home for Patton's nap (and a couple of them napped too) had lunch, played some took showers and we were ready to go by the time Patton got up. No fighting, no crying, it was all good! Isabella is still talking about how much she loves her cousins.

Because I glutton for punishment, I came home that same night with another dog from Cindy and Dave. Without Patrick knowing (it's something we had talked about, but we weren't expecting to bring him home so soon, oh well). Patrick just happened to call me while I was walking them. He asked me what was going on and I told him I was walking the dogs. He started to say something and then he realized that I said dogs not dog. That's when all hell broke loose, not really, he just laughed at me.

The dogs are doing really good together. I was a little worried since Brewser hates other male dogs and DJ (now known as Frank) is a male. I introduced them the way that Cesar Millan (The Dog Whisper) says that you should and we've had no problems. Well, just one. Brewser always wants the toy that Frank is playing with, and then when Frank is done Brewser starts to play with it but decides that he wants the toy that Frank has now. He's acting like a two year old.

posted by Cathy @ 12:22 PM