Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Today's notes

To-dos and notes for today:

Take a shower (it is now 11:24 a.m.)
Drink more coffee
Unload/load dishwasher
Threaten to kill dog with a butcher knife if he doesn't stop barking at the UPS man
Wash, dress and feed Max once he wakes from nap
Go to Costco, stock up on food/supplies for X-mas Eve dinner and in-laws visit
Come home, do laundry and chase Max around the house
Make dinner
Order husband around
Laugh as Adrian and Max wrestle and play "Herrera Soleil" acrobatics
Read with Max
Put Max to bed
Lay on the couch and relax
Go to bed

Monday, December 10, 2007

Our little hurricane

So, it's been awhile. I know, I know. Disappointments all around and chastisements from friends/family. Cut us some slack. We are new business owners, are the daily victims of a 17-month-old, and, between emergencies and Maxie kisses, sometimes don't even have time to shower every day.

The business is doing better and getting busier every day. We were full for the Thanksgiving holiday week (65 doggies), and will be full again for the Christmas/New Year holidays (at least 70 dogs...meaning, more multi-dog families staying in a single cabin). There is a new crisis every day though...which I understand is a side-effect of owning your own business. The buck stops here. Today's crisis involves our heating system.

We are now calling Max "The Hurricane" as he literally spins at top speed throughout the house, causing mayhem and distruction where ever he goes. It is very much like in the cartoons, where the character's arms are moving so fast they are a blur, with shreds and bits of furniture, paper and debris flying all around. The three other members of the household (including the dog) are exhausted by the time Max goes to bed.

Yesterday he was so full of energy, and it was too cold to go outside for long, that he was chasing the poor dog (who is now 72 in dog years) around the house and pushing him out of his bed everytime he tried to lie down. Deion gets no peace, but neither do we, so we expect him to do his part in the effort as well.

Which brings me to the topic of school. Max's first day at school is tomorrow. He's going to go for five hours a week (one half day), mainly to give him some learning variety and to socialize with other kids his age. He LOVES other kids and, espcially during the winter, will benefit from having an indoor Hurricane haven where he can run wild and have fun.

It has taken me a few weeks to be "okay" with the idea of this. Everytime Adrian and I talk about it, I get all choked up. I know it is silly, but the idea of leaving him with "strangers" and driving out of the parking lot makes my throat tighten. I have no doubt, however, that Max will love this new experience and I really like the school.

The Boss

The Boss