Another trip to the vet today. I really missed the boat on this one. For the past few weeks, Copper has been limping and holding up his paw occasionally. We noticed it three times and each time it was after he'd been roughhousing with Cami or jumping around. He's got these big fat tumors all over him and one of them lies right up in his "armpit" under that front leg. I assumed he was compensating for moving with that fat tumor in the way and somehow straining his leg. So, each time he'd limp I'd give him half of one of his doggie pain pills and get him fixed up on his bed with an ice pack and lots of babying. Today my husband decided to take him to the vet because he kept limping. Guess what is the cause of his ailments? -- The pad of his paw is all raw and infected between his toes. Wow, I really missed that one. I have seen him licking his paws lately but I checked them and didn't see anything. Oops. Bad Mama. He got a steroid shot and some anti's and lots of apologies from Mama Dog.
I know it's early in the pregnancy, but I have already developed some interesting food aversions. I pretty much don't want any food until something that I finally decide sounds good pops into my head and then I HAVE to have that food right NOW! The past couple of days have been a cheese fest. Or frenzy. I can't get enough cheese-- cream cheese, grilled cheese, Cheez-Its, nachos, cheese sticks, Laughing Cow cheese and saltines-- YUM! Last night I came home and made a frozen pizza and nachos. I picked the toppings off till it was basically a cheese pizza and scarfed down the nachos. I know, I know, you're all wagging a finger at me to eat healthier, but right now I am glad I am eating, period. I will work the healthy stuff in as I get my taste back. And yes, I am taking my vitamins.
The other day I was at the pool and was trying to read a book but I kept getting distracted by two little boys that were having a big time. Their job for the day was to empty the pool. Or try to. One of them had a bucket and he was dumping water onto the pool deck. The other had a big, flat pool toy and he was spreading the water out across the deck after the other dumped it. All of a sudden, the "Water Spreader" came over and asked me if he could borrow my table (the little plastic table that my water bottle was sitting on). I said "ok". He started to haul it over but his mom made him stop. He went back to his work of spreading water. The "Water Dumper" came over to me immediately and said "Next time, you're gonna have to give that up so my friend can use it". I nodded obediently and said "Yes sir". Smirk. Sooo cute.
The funniest thing about being at the pool is the constant battle between kids running around the pool and the moms shouting "No Running!" a million times. What IS it about being at the pool that makes you want to run? Why does everything have to be done SO much FASTER at the pool? "There's my ball! I have to RUN and get it!" And there's always a mom or dad whose been so engrossed in their magazine/novel/cell phone/nap that you think there is no way they are remotely aware of what is going on who suddenly comes alive and screams: NO RUNNING! Which only serves to make the kid downshift into this awkward half-run, half-walk stride. I really don't see the big deal. It's not like the pool deck is made out of ice covered in non-stick cooking spray or something super slick. It's concrete. But my mom was one of those "No Running" protestors and I was one of those kids that just had to HURRY!
All things "Olive" today:
Cheese!
Sleep
The Hunger Games series
xoxo,
Meanie
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