That time Giselle almost ran away

Giselle and I have been spending a lot more time together this year. Matt's at work nearly every waking minute so lately it has been up to me to feed G, play with her, get on to her, and stop her from jumping on people. At times I feel like a stay-at-home mom who is the "bad guy." When Matt gets home, she runs to the door and jumps on him and smells his ear like she hasn't seen him in forever and she is so excited that he is finally home. I'm fine with it, I mean, I know who she loves more, it's okay. I just remind her that without me she'd hardly ever be fed and she'd be stuck in her kennel for twenty hours a day. Basically, I'm her lifesaver. She'll realize how great I am to her when she is older, I'm sure. You know, kind of how like now I wonder how on earth my mother didn't put me up for adoption for all the trouble I gave her. Kudos to moms everywhere for putting up with their children.

I digress.

A couple of weeks ago, I let Giselle out after dark so she could play one last time before I brought her in for the night. She loves being outside at nighttime. I'm pretty certain that she pretends she's a ninja and hunts down squirrels. About ten minutes after letting her out, I opened the back door to call her back in. I called, but I didn't see her. Not a big deal, she was playing ninja. I called again and then noticed that the gate was open. The gate. The only physical barrier to keeping Giselle in the backyard was gone. As was Giselle.

My first thought: Matt's going to divorce me.

I grabbed my keys and ran out the door. And there she was. Sitting oh so patiently by the front gate, just a-waiting to come inside. I nearly cried. I let her in and gave her a hug and then got on to her for leaving the back yard. And then I gave her a treat. I mean, she did come back and saved me from certain future alimony payments.

I thought about naming this post "How Giselle Saved My Marriage," but I thought that was too dramatic. Last thing I want right now is more drama.

Note: Matt and I will be closing on our very first home sometime in the next twelve days. We'll be moving in just over a month. My brother is getting married in a month and a half. No, I don't need no more drama. I seriously ain't got time for that.

Hi, my name is Tara and I am a bibliophile

I try not to be. I rarely buy books. I frequent the library at least once a week. I check Amazon for free ebooks every few days. I am way too active at my e-library. All in an effort to not collect heavy, expensive books that will inevitably draw dust and dog hair. Evidently, all of my efforts have been in vain. I am slowly packing up our house and wanted to start with the things that we don't use on a daily basis. One category of those things is books. I can go online for a recipe or I can check a book out of the library if my copy is in storage. Little did I know how huge of a task packing up books would be. It took several days and 17 (SEVENTEEN!!!) boxes, but I've finally gotten them all packed up.

Once Matt and I are in our "forever" home, I will buy books but until then, I have got to stop. I'll admit it, I have a problem.

A week in pictures

 Last week had  A LOT of picture worthy moments so I decided instead of just telling you about them, I'd show you the pictures I took. I know, I'm awesome like that.

First, on Sunday, I felt bad, but I baked. Baking just makes everything better. My first attempt at pretzel rolls turned out delicious.  I made 12 of them, and they were all gone by Tuesday. Granted, my tummy trouble of Monday may have played a role in their quick disappearance. And my love of bread.  I should say that this picture is on a salad plate, not a dinner plate. The pretzel rolls were not the size of frisbees. I kind of wish they had been.

On Tuesday I started working on a little something special for a baby that was expected around April 12th.  Yep, CONFETTI!!!

 On Wednesday, that sweet baby girl came. A little early, but we aren't complaining one bit.

 On Thursday, I noticed those two little cuts on Giselle's face. And then Matt told me that the neighbor texted him about our dogs chasing a raccoon around. G and I spent part of our Friday at the vet to catch her up on her rabies vaccination. She looked so sad in the pictures from that day, I decided not to post them. I mean, who likes to cry at work? Not me.

On Saturday, Mar and I went to see sweet baby girl in the hospital. She spent several days in the NICU for low blood sugar so we had to stare adoringly at her through glass. This is her gramps peering in to see her. 

 Also on Saturday, this little man made an appearance for the church's Easter egg hunt. I swear, that kid's got some crazy egg skills. He hasn't quite grasped the concept of putting the eggs in the basket, but he can sure fill his little hands with them. Happy Easter, Henry!

 On Sunday, I got an Easter present! I keep putting off having kids because then I know that they'll get the goodies and I'll be stuck trying to sneak the chocolate our of their baskets while they aren't looking. For now, it's all about me and I'm okay with it.  I have no clue what this flower/plant/thing is, but it's mine!

 This week promises to be full of more babies, finished sewing projects, AND a birthday of someone I know pretty well. I can't promise I'll post pictures from any of those things, but I might tell you about them. Until then, I'll be gorging myself on Starburst jelly beans!