Grandpa Ben is Smiling

This morning at breakfast Thomas had a revelation. "Mom, um well, Grandpa Ben, Shelby, and...what was his name?...oh yeah, Johnny Cash all died because they were old, right?" My reply, "Well, Grandpa wasn't really old, but yes, he was older than you and me. Johnny Cash and Shelby were old, yes." Thomas says, "Well, Grandpa can never have a birthday party because he wouldn't be there." "Yes, Thomas, that is true."

I hope Ben is with Johnny Cash right now and they are smiling.

Spring Break

It's spring break and I'm exhausted. I'm trying to keep the boys busy daily. Three young boys need activity or all hell breaks loose around here. Even with my attempt at being their activity director, Nathan has scratches all around his left eye from a wrestling match with Thomas yesterday. This was the first casualty of the week. I'm confident there will be more.
Nathan's best friend Henry came over yesterday which kept Nathan and Thomas happily occupied. Today we went to the zoo with Terriko and her little ones. I walked around the zoo for three hours with someone at all times on my right hip- usually it was Drew, but at times it was Thomas. I think I'm starting to get tendonitis in my right wrist. A double stroller doesn't keep them happy though. I need to invent something that will make outdoor adventures easier for a mother of multiple children. That's my ticket to fame and fortune.

Lost Friend

Nathan was sad last night at bedtime, mostly because he was over-tired. Thomas told Scott he was sad too.
"Why are you sad, Thomas?", Scott asked.
"Because I lost my whoopee cushion."

Weekend Recap

We had a pretty average weekend around here. Some of the highlights:

Scott: is hell-bent on getting a new mattress. EVERY morning he wakes up and complains that his back hurts and that we need a new mattress. Granted, we've had ours for 13 years and it is time to say goodbye. But mattresses these days are so expensive! He wants a pillow-top. I think they are too soft.

Scott made stuffed porkchops tonight for dinner. They were delicious, but as usual, he modified the recipe. Scott is notorious for putting his own spin on a recipe, and then spending a good part of the meal asking, "Do you like it? What should I do differently next time?" I can't help but wonder if he followed the recipe, would he be asking this? I guess that is why I am the baker in the family, and he is the cook. With baking, you have to follow a recipe exactly, or it won't turn out. Speaking of which, I have the ache to bake. I hope to make something this week.

Nathan: was heartbroken George Mason lost in the Final 4. As the GM players sat on their bench in the final seconds with their jerseys pulled over their heads, Nathan was as close to tears as a person could be and said, "Why do all of my favorite teams keep losing?!" Don't fret Nathan, I think UCLA is going to take it all the way tomorrow night.

Thomas: is an honorary member of Nathan's T-ball team. There is hardly anything cuter than Thomas participating in the stretches and warm-ups, running of the bases, and running to the hill and back. He is always last, but gets an A+++ for effort! The issue of his hearing continues to concern me. There were multiple times this weekend where I was quite surprised how he translated what we actually said. I'll call the doctor this week. Thomas has taken to eating with kid's chopsticks. He ate his pork chops and salad tonight with them. Such a character.

Drew: has started to reach that stage where he exhibits frustration. He attempts to bite us with his two teeth and will throw a swing or two...what are we in for with him? On a cuter note, he points at things and says "sshehh." Our translation, "What's this?"

Well, it's my favorite night on television. I think Grey's Anatomy is the best show in years. The acting, the writing, the humor, and Patrick Dempsey isn't bad to look at if you don't think about his interview with Barbara Walters!

Thomas' Ears

Thomas has a hard time following directions and listening to our words. I've reached that point of frustration where I now talk about it with my friends for troubleshooting ideas. I will soon purchase a parenting book that will tell me my child is spirited, how to embrace his differences, and instruct me in ways to be a scream-free parent. Bottom line...he pushes my buttons. I'm starting to wonder though if perhaps he is experiencing some sort of hearing loss. Today, when I had to repeat myself three times, I said to him, "Thomas, I think we need to go see the doctor to check and see if you are hearing OK." His response was, "My ears are just small, Mom. That's why. They just need to grow."

Goodbye Shelby

Last night we said goodbye to our dear, sweet Shelby. She left this world at the vet’s office in such a calm and peaceful way. It was only fitting for our graceful princess.

Shelby was my Christmas present to Scott in 1991. After receiving clearance from Ben and Pat, she joined our family when Pat, Scott and I met her at PAWS. She was just under a year then. The Brier Police Department found her walking around the streets and brought her in. She had recently been spayed because her tummy was still shaved and she still had the sutures. We thought her owner would reclaim her as soon as they discovered she was missing. We had to wait for 3 days to adopt her until she was finally ours! We all fell in love with her sweet gentleness right away.

Shelby saw the entire Loftin family through the highest and lowest moments of the past 14 years. She was there to help Scott adjust to moving back home during college. When we got married, we tried to think of a way to incorporate her into our special day, to no avail. She helped make our first house (a townhouse) a home, and was there when we moved into our first real house. She loved to sun herself while we tried to figure out what we were doing in the garden. She was 8 when we brought home a rambunctious puppy named Henry. We hoped Henry would breathe a little youth into Shelby. She never was too fond of him. She would tolerate him with a quivering lip and a slight snarl. He adored her and although he is a true Alpha, she had the upper paw with him. She greeted us when we brought Baby Nathan home from the hospital. She was a bit indifferent towards our newest member of the family. A few months later we realized that the combination of Henry, still a puppy at 1, and infant Nathan, was just a little bit too much excitement for Shelby, who was going on 9. Ben and Pat welcomed her back to their home- a move that made Shelby and Ben equally as happy. Shelby helped Ben usher in his retirement and was his constant companion. He loved her like no-one else and the feeling was mutual. She was by his side when he passed away. I remember we worried about how Shelby would take the loss. She was then Pat’s loyal friend to the very end. Shelby was happiest when she was in Pat’s company as they walked daily, gardened, or spent time at Shelby’s very favorite spot-the beach.

Shelby taught us many things over the years. Through her we learned about a dog’s loyalty and bond, their unconditional love, and their need for companionship. We also learned that dogs snore, that they like to lick dishes in the dishwasher, that horse poop is fun to roll in, that labs are natural bird dogs as Shelby flushed out many pheasants and even caught a live seagull once, that labs can swim and swim and swim and retrieve and retrieve and retrieve, that a dog’s heart will beat out of her chest and her stomach will need to be pumped if she eats chocolate, that a dog can tear her ACL more than once just like a real athlete, that they have selective hearing, that dogs softly woof and run in their sleep, that a dog’s strong mouth and sharp teeth can be gentle and soft when taking a treat from an owner’s hand, that dogs can tell what time of the day it is and will pout until they are fed or walked, and that a dog can grow old gracefully and be our dearest old friend.

We will all miss Shelby and her ways. She was intelligent, sweet, gentle, particular, graceful, a beggar, proud, independent, stubborn, precious, and irreplaceable. Shelby, we hope you are with your buddy Ben again. We know that he has a pocketful of treats for you like he always did. Your pain has faded away and you can run and roll and frolic like you used to.

Goodbye dear friend.

Madness in March!

I remember once mentioning to Rob that March was my least favorite month of the year. He found that hard to believe b/c everyone knows "March Madness" occurs in March! I think Nathan and Thomas may share his sentiment. They have been watching the NCAA tournament religiously. At first, of course, it was all about cheering on the Huskies and Gonzaga. But now, they really want George Mason to take it all the way. George Mason? Who is George Mason? Where is George Mason? Ask Nathan...he knows. Fairfax, VA to be exact. Nathan's ideal final two: George Mason vs. UCLA with GM as the victor. Go Patriots!

Entry Numero Uno

Here it goes. I feel very technologically advanced, even though I know I am later than most when it comes to blogging. Rebecca's blog inspired me. She, however, has always been the creative one, so I hope I can follow in her footsteps even just a little bit.

I hope by doing this I can create a journal of the life and times of our family. With 3 little boys, one big boy, and one male dog in this household, a lot of craziness occurs in our world. At times I feel completely outnumbered by their maleness (why on earth are burping and farting so funny???). Most times though, I feel blessed and wouldn't have it any other way!

And away we go...