I have tons of pictures I should be posting from the kids end of the year school activities. But, I don't have time to go through and edit photos right now. So instead, I get to tell you about our dog. This is at times a source of contention in our family. You see, when Matt and I bought or first home, my SIL found a black lab in a Walmart parking lot, free, and brought it home to us. I thought, great! Free dog, black lab, great with kids, still a puppy, totally trainable, win win win! Wrong, wrong, wrong! During that first year, as we had Chandler, and then Gabe 17 months later, I soon discovered something about myself. I am not a dog person. This was a surprise to me, since I grew up with dogs, we always had animals around our house. I can't remember a time growing up when we didn't have some kind of animal in our house.
However, there is a difference between being a kid with a dog, and being a mom with a dog. The hair, the green fog that inevitably comes with them cozying up to you while you sit to watch tv at night, and in my case, with our lovely dog, it also includes burping and farting like a teenage boy.
Which brings me to the point of this blog. Cupcakes. Ya see, about a year ago, I was on a cupcake baking trip, and was always baking in the kitchen. One day, I finished baking 2 dozen cupcakes, had just taken them out of the oven, and set them out on the counter to cool. I went about my business, getting ready for a childs birthday party. I came up from doing the laundry, and went to the kitchen to frost my cupcakes. They were ALL gone. I scratched my head, wondering if I'd put them someplace, and forgot them. No. Then my thoughts went to my children. Who was most likely to eat the cupcakes? I went in search of Chandler, who has a major sweet tooth. After he insisted it wasn't him, and I had quized the other kids, searched the garbages for wrappers, I was no closer to finding them. Then I looked down at the dog, who was laying on his favorite rug in the kitchen. Light-bulb! The crazy thing was, there were no wrappers, no crumbs, no evidence. It was like Never ending Story. If there had been crumbs, that would be something, but this, this was nothing! (in my best rock man voice) Since then, I have tried to be careful, but when I'm in a hurry, and forget to cover them, or leave them too close to the edge of the counter, (our dog is VERY tall, and stands at eye level with the counters in my kitchen) I am left with nothing.
Yesterday, was such a day. I was baking cupcakes for Morgan's unbirthday at school. (the plyte of a summer birthday child) I placed 1 dozen cupcakes on one counter, and 1/2 doz on the other. I noticed Bear eyeing them, so I pointed to the 1/2 dozen, and in my very authoritative voice, said "no! leave it! " (leave it is his command for paws off, cease and desist, do not enter!) Apparently I neglected to give him the same warning for the 1 doz cupcakes on the other counter, because 15 minutes later, after I returned from picking up one of the kids, they were all gone. The nothingness had made it way into my kitchen again.
THIS................................................
PLUS THIS............................
EQUALS one unhappy mama!
EQUALS one unhappy mama!So why do I have a dog? Well, besides the fact that my family keeps bringing new ones in just as I manage to rid us of the old one.....
these guys absolutely love him!
