I'm A Cool Mom

So Gilligan is my dog-baby, obviously. He is tiny, cries when I leave and relies on me for everything. I love him to death! But am I his Mom? I know a lot of people call themselves Mama and Pop for their animals, but I'm just not sure. I also know plenty of (mostly young) moms that find it insulting when people think of animals on par with children. While I'm not about to broach that subject, I always refer to him as my little baby, or my Honeychild, whatever I am feeling that day. Fun fact: I accidentally Voxer'd a friend of mine the other day as I was baby talking to Gilligan. Awful.

So what do you think?Should I own my Mom status? For all y'all instagram friends, I'm sorry you see his face so often, but honestly its a gift to the world LOOK AT HIIIIM.

PS Any tips for puppies who like to reel you in with kisses on the cheeks and then end with a bite to the nose? Devilish doodle....

Awkward and Awesome Thursday

Awkward

• When someone asks if you can do a cartwheel and you say OF COURSE and then you fall on your head. Time for some tumbling practice y'all. 
• Running across some LARPers in Memorial Park juggling/dancing/writhing around with fire sticks and nunchucks and belly dancing to new wave music....and then running across them again two days later across town doing the same schtick. 

Awesome

• New apartment and the lovely people who are helping us move. 
• Sleeping puppies. 
• Jared's mustache 

And as for Thankful Thursday, well I'm thankful for ALL of these things. My body that takes a beating like a champ, The fire dancers who held Jared and I's attention for nearly an hour, my current apartment which holds the memories of our first year as a married couple, Gilligan who was able to climb the stairs all by himself for the first time yesterday! Life is beautiful.

Jared and his mustache

 

Movemeber has done me good. Jared had a crazy looking hobo beard going on for the last 3 weeks, and then after turkey bowl he shaved a mustache. I actually find it quite debonaire. 

Here's to ginger 'staches!

WE'LL ALL BE LABRADOODLES!

Another one bites the dust! Last Tuesday we picked up the newest member of Team Alexander. Meet Gilligan Theodore the Labradoodle! We got Gilligan from Cowboy Country Doodles, a breeder here in my hometown. . The ladies who run it are beyond amazing and take great care of their animals. We kept his home coming a surprise so that we could enjoy it and not have to listen to any naysayers. Ol' Gillyweed has already brought so much joy to our household! He is a Medium F1B doodle who enjoys straws, carpet fringe and dive bombing sleeping people's faces.

Gilligan we love you!

Pack Rat

I've always been a sentimental person, a clutter keeper and the girl with the messy bedroom. Since Jared and I got married and moved in to a tiny apartment, I have done my best to keep the clutter at a minimum. It doesn't always work, but I have been ruthless in what we keep and what we don't. It seems every time I go into our closets, I come out with a bag full of give aways.

This past weekend we found an apartment that seems to fit us like a glove, the only catch is a moving date almost a month earlier than we expected. Last night I was moving along, steadily shoving old clothes into a plastic garbage bag until I came across this shirt. Maybe you can't tell from the picture, but this shirt is very very faded and because of that I almost never wear it.

This is also the shirt I was wearing when I got engaged. Memory is a funny thing. The thought of giving this shirt away made me feel so defensive and sensitive. Maybe it will go in the next round, but as for right now it is safely tucked away in my dresser. Do you have items like this? Clothes that are heavily laden with sense memory? How do you honor these things, and how many should you allow yourself?