My Daughter is a Puppy

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Internet, I’ve figured it out. I think Bug is officially in her puppy stage. You know how puppies head-bump you and slobber all over you and generally make a nuisance of themselves? If they aren’t licking you in the face then they are biting your socks and chewing up your shoes…if you push them away they whine forlornly as if the end of the world is near? But if you hold them close they just want to scratch you and kick you and wrestle on the couch until you cry out for mercy. You know how they’re cute as can be but sometimes you just want to give them a swift kick in the butt and send them outside for an hour or two to get the wiggles out? That is Bug. She is driving me crazy.

BugWump Wubs You

She is just nutso lately. I’ve been trying to put my finger on what is wearing me down and I think it’s just that I’m tired of mothering a puppy. She won’t eat what I put before her. She won’t play quietly by herself. She always wants to be in my lap and in my way. She doesn’t cuddle. She attacks me. It’s non-stop puppy energy all day long. I can’t get anything done unless it involves her 100 percent and that means I’m getting nothing done besides tickling fights, play-dough messes, story times that last for hours and a whole lot of watching tv.


I’m surprised she looks so calm in these photos. What you can’t see is me wincing behind my camera, waiting for another onslaught of rapid-fire toddler moves. Kung Pow! Gotcha! I think I need to look into some more strenuous activities for her. Or maybe a dog run. (Just kidding!) All I can say is if this is what three is going to be like, I expect I will completely gray by February.

Land and Labor

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So here we are at my mom’s again. I try to stay home but my silly family constantly has ways of involving me in their lives—which I love of course. It doesn’t take much more than a phone call to get me in the car and driving off to the sticks. Poor Toby though. He doesn’t see much of us.

I didn’t mean to stay more than a day after Rapunzel’s holiday concert but the thing about visiting my family is that there is alway so much to do here! They don’t call it Camp Chaos for nothing. I constantly get sucked into projects. Which I totally and completely love. I am weird that way.

I cannot just sit around and watch television or read a book. If I see something challenging to do like say: some boxes that need organizing on the carport or a giant juniper bush that looks like a marshmallow just calling out to be trimmed into a beautiful Japanese bonsai tree… I can’t help myself! So I call up Toby, ask him if he can eat top ramen for another night, and throw myself into the latest project.

out back

Even though I love love love living at the beach, I love the country too. My mom’s new house sits on a pretty big lot and there are trees and grass to play in here! It’s so pretty and over-grown. The yard just calls out to be taken care of. There is space to garden here! I want to plant a really big garden and come out every week to keep it up. Of course that’s not very practical, considering my schedule is pretty busy as it is but it is fun to dream when we are out here.

With the on-coming depression (That’s what we call the “economic downturn” in our house.) I’m thinking crazy thoughts about planting vegetables and making do with less and less. Someday there might come a time when we go to the grocery store and the shelves aren’t lined with every convenient food you can think of. Already, I leave the store half the time without the cut of meat I wanted when I first walked in. Cookie brands are going out of business… what next? Maybe I’m being an alarmist but I like to think about these things. Not in a negative way but more as a challenge. What new thing can I do? How can I ride this out and make it work to my advantage?

serious lemonage

So anyway, when I show up at my mom’s and I see her fruit trees so heavy with fruit that the lemons are breaking their own branches and rotting on the stem, I can’t help but think about this. Her yard is full of rich soil that is waiting to be tilled. There is so much space out here. Why don’t we take advantage of this? Of course the answer is complicated.

My dad is a trucker. He’s gone most of the time. My mom is getting older and has trouble gardening like she used to. Her hands ache with arthritis. My brother is gone trucking too and my sister-in-law has her own half acre to take care of. There just aren’t enough bodies to do the work there is to do. And this isn’t even a farm!

I guess that leaves me. But you know how it is. I have a life home at the beach too. I have freelance work to do and household chores to keep up. I have a husband who likes to see his family once in a while. I have friends at the beach who wonder where I am. I’ve thought about putting Bug in preschool but I’m gone so much it would be a waste of money. What about ballet or gymnastics? I haven’t even thought about signing her up for anything like that.

I guess it’s just a lot to think about.

a big ol' bag o' lemons!

We’ll just try to get here whenever we can.