WOW! WHAT A WEEKEND!

The weekend went REALLY well! Kid #3 had a great birthday party. We had about 6 boys (including mine) and they had so much fun! Unfortunately it had been raining the night before so we ended up cancelling the jump house. Turned out it be a fabulous thing . . . the boys spent the whole time playing hot wheels, trains, and just about anything you can think of that involves wheels!

After the party my in-laws, sis-in-law, nephew, and my Hubby's aunt all stayed for dinner and a lot of laughs! We had a BLAST! I'll try to post pics tomorrow.

Then yesterday we had some dear friends of ours visit. They live out in Davis and haven't been to see us in 8 or 9 months. They have 3 kids whose ages mirror our 3. Kid #1 and his friend played racing games on X-Box, Kid #2 and her friend transformed our downstairs bedroom into a stuffed animal wonderland, while Kid #3 (still on a high from his b-day) ran around watching the boys and watching Backyardigans with his friend.

It was good food and good friends!

I spent today playing catch-up from the weekend . . . finally life is getting back to normal!

Hopefully! :)

I know it's been a week, but what a week it's been!

Hubby came home from his business trip on Monday with a nasty cold. In the mean time, Kid #3 already had a cold (the one that just seems to go on, and on, and on). Anyway, guess who gets it next . . . ME!

Now I LOVE being a Mom and wouldn't give it up for the world, but there's always been ONE thing I've been bitter about . . . NO SICK DAYS!

So since Tuesday (even though I'd been feeling pretty nasty before then, and the reason why I DID NOT go to the GIANTS fan-fest on Sat.) I've been taking Zicam. The thing is, this is such a yucky cold that the Zicam wasn't doing a lot . . . and I finally stopped taking it yesterday.

On top of all that I have to get the house ready today for Kid #3's birthday party tomorrow.

I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S TURNING 5! IT'S JUST NOT POSSIBLE!

I'll post more later . . .

As you can see from my previous post, I lost my poor kitty.

On Wednesday I was still struggling with the fact that Bob wasn't eating. On top of that he had spent the whole day curled up in a ball on my bed.

This was not the Bob I knew and loved.

So Hubby and I made the decision . . .

Kid # 2 went with me. I wasn't sure if I should have at first. She didn't go with me when DP was put down (but she was only 5 then). But since she's 8 now, I figured I'd give her the choice. Not only did she go with me to the hospital . . . she also insisted on staying there when he was put down.

Why did I let her do that? Why did I give her the option instead of being a hard-ass and tell her she couldn't be there?

Because when I was 14 (yes, 14) years old, my mom had my dog put down and didn't tell me until after she had done it.

Now I know she did it to protect me, and I knew my dog was sick, but the issue I had with it was . . . I didn't get to say good-bye. After I went through that, I decided I would NEVER keep my children away if they were ever in a similar situation.

So I didn't.

At first I wasn't sure if it had been a good idea. My daughter was VERY upset after it all happened. But you know, now that it's been 2 days later, she's doing remarkably well. And I don't regret my decision one bit!

Kids certainly are AMAZING!

I should be writing lots tomorrow . . . I'm taking all three kids and my former babysitter to the Fan Fest at AT&T Park! I'M SO EXCITED!!!!

Until tomorrow . . .

In loving memory

My Bobby Boy

1992-2007

Don't you wish sometimes that the world was only filled with nice people? I know that a lot of people change from when they were kids, but sometimes you can see those kids who were mean and cruel then and see them 10-15 years acting the same way.

Why am I venting about this? Because right now I'm going through major childhood flashbacks every time Kid #1 comes home from school.

5th grade SUCKS!

I thought it was just me who went through this kind of crap when I was in 4th-5th-6th grade, but unfortunately the kids are just as cruel now as they were 25 years ago.

Why is Kid #1 being treated like this?

Because he's smart, his body is changing, he's VERY quirky, and because he doesn't like to play sports.

Thankfully he's trying hard not to let it get to him, but when he does break down because the kids (mostly from his class) tease him, I feel like I'm going through 5th grade all over again.

I'm almost wishing their library was open all the time like mine was at my school . . . I'd be tempted to suggest he hide out in there like I used to.

But I know that won't solve his problems, and it won't make my residual pain go away. So we just have to both deal with it as best we can.

Only 2 more years until Jr. High . . . it's GOT to get better!

BTW Bob's still the same . . . we may be putting him down tomorrow.

Sigh!

Well, things are still moving along . . .

Bob is doing okay, but he's definately NOT himself. I'm not sure if he's trying to get over the trauma of all the tests he went through over the weekend, or if this is the reality of his existance until the inevitable happens.

The one thing I'm really bummed about is that the WONDERFUL doctor who was helping us is not on-call at the hospital this week. I can't tell you how sweet, helpful, and caring she was. Especially since we didn't really get a lot of answers (even though I found out his liver is in bad shape) and she did have to tell me that there was a good chance this was cancer.

I can't stand what he's going through . . . and it's even harder to watch.

My heart breaks for those who have to go through this with a human family member, because all this is breaking my heart.

If his appetite doesn't come back in a week, I'm going to have to put him down.

God, this is hard . . .

OKAY . . . I've already broken my resolution about writing here more often. But I have a REALLY good excuse.

I brought my cat home from the pet hospital today to die.

In Dec. 1995, I was really stressed and frustrated because hubby and I were trying to get preggers and not having any luck. All of our friends were expecting, but it just wasn't happening for us. I was getting really depressed so my hubby agreed to getting a cat.

I didn't realize we would be getting two, but we did. Turned out the humane society didn't have a lot of cats to choose from at that time . . . except for a big, fuzzy long-haired cat named Bob and his brother, DP (don't ask me what the DP stood for). DP took to my hubby almost instantly, as did Bob to me.

Nearly 10 months after we took them home, I had Kid #1.

They were GREAT cats and I couldn't have asked for sweeter pets for our children. For all the stories I heard about pets being jealous when children came into the picture, not one of them happened to us.

Unfortunately we lost DP in June 2004 to a chronic condition. After we lost him, Bob in some ways took over DP's personality. He suddenly became very clingy and didn't leave the yard much. On the good side, he was able to tolerate our dog, Sadie, who's incredibly territorial.

Anyway, about a month ago Bob stopped eating and he's gotten progressively worse since then. After X-rays, blood tests and ultrasounds, we checked him into a really great pet hospital on Friday.

I found out last night that even though they can't put an exact finger on what's wrong with him, it looks like he coming to the end . . .

And I am devastated.

Tomorrow I find out what the results of his liver tests are (although I know his liver is failing), and I need to make some decisions about how long to let him go on before we let him go.

So even though I hope I can write more over the next week, now you know why if I don't.

Sorry about the venting . . . I needed it!

HAPPY BELATED HOLIDAYS TO EVERYONE!

Because of this, that, and the other, I've obviously been neglecting this blog. Unfortunately it's not from lack of stuff going on with my life . . . but I just haven't gotten used to the idea of doing this as an everyday thing.

But one of my resolutions this year is to correct that.

My Christmas and New Year's were very good and filled with lots of love and happiness. I wish it didn't take holidays like this to appreciate just how blessed I am . . . I should be remembering this all year.

We went to Lake Tahoe on New Year's Day and were there for two full days, coming home on the 4th. It was a pretty great trip and one event pretty much sums the whole thing up . . .

The first full day up there, we went to a sledding park up at Echo Summit. There was snow, but it wasn't new. It was comfortable, but not too warm. And we had the BEST snowball fight I have EVER had. It reminded me of why we decided to have children and how life can be SO much fun if you just let go . . . and enjoy the feeling.

I did . . . and I won't ever forget it!

So now we're back to business as usual. The kids are back at school, I'm getting ready for Kid #2 to start selling Girls Scout cookies, and making plans for the rest of 2007.

It should be a REALLY interesting year . . . in more ways than one!