The Hulk

So, apparently pregnancy brain is still in full effect around here and it gives me hulk-like strength.

Last week, I went to the spare bathroom to get something out of the medicine cabinet.  In the bathroom, the mirror is straight ahead, above the sink, and the medicine cabinet is on the right wall,  next to the mirror.  Well, I went in with a mission to get into the medicine cabinet and then pregnancy brain struck.  Instead of opening the medicine cabinet, I went for the mirror, pulling it right off the wall.

So I’m standing there, holding a giant mirror, wondering what the heck I was doing and why I’m now holding a mirror.  Thankfully, it was just hanging on a few screws, so I didn’t do any damage to the wall.  I then put the mirror back on the wall and started laughing hysterically.  So loud, that dog-cat #2 came to check on me.  Thankfully, K was not home to witness any of this.

Now, every time I go into that bathroom, I see the mirror and start laughing.  And, I have to be extra careful when I get into the medicine cabinet.  I have to make a conscious effort to open the right cabinet and not pull the mirror off the wall.

And, who know I was so strong?!  Watch out world, there’s a new hulk in town!


Anyone else with super human strength when preggo?  No?  Just me?


Enjoy your day,


Ninja Cat, Level: Teleportation

I’ve decided dog-cat #2 (aka, Sebastian) has a super power.  Teleportation.  He’s also a ninja.  He’s pretty talented.

He’s a very sneaky thing to begin with.  With dog-cat #1, you can hear him coming down the hall.  He walks and runs very heavy-footed.  Sort of like an elephant.  With dog-cat #2, you can barely hear him coming down the hall, unless he has something he wants to show you (like my yarn balls) and then he makes the dying sea-lion noises.

The dog-cats like to sleep with me.  Sometimes they’ll sleep at the foot of the bed, on my side, or they’ll curl up on the couch in our bedroom.  Most nights, I don’t know if they are on the bed or the couch.  I never feel them.

Lately, dog-cat #2 has been especially ninja-like.  I get up to go to the bathroom several times a night (thanks Mini Mullan!) and every time I do, dog-cat #2 has to come running into the bathroom.  I’m not sure if he’s worried he might miss something… Does he think I need help?… In any case, he has to be in there with me.

Well last night, he comes in and it was all a blur.  I didn’t see him actually come into the bathroom.  I just noticed that he was below me, laying on the ground, pawing at my foot.  Heart.attack.  I start to head back to bed and as soon as I get into bed, he’s in my spot, pawing at my arm and purring.  What?!  How did you get back here so quickly?!


There must be a portal from right in front of the toilet and another right next to my side of the bed.

Now clearly, these are very small portals…only big enough for a 17 pound cat.  That’s why I’ve never seen them.  This is the ONLY explanation.

I’m also convinced there is one in the cat room because as soon as I put food in his bowl, he’s there.  Poof.  I think he takes the one from my bedroom to his room.  Again, only explanation.

And, I’m pretty sure dog-cat #1 used it last night.  I remember seeing him sleeping on my bed right before I closed the bedroom door to lock him in there.  He’s sort of a loner and likes to be locked in rooms by himself.   Rooms, closets, same thing.  He’ll stay in there for hours and when he wants out, he throws his body against the door letting me know he’s ready.  So, last night, he had been in there for a few hours and I was just waiting for the giant {thuds} to start, when all of a sudden, he jumped up on the couch behind me.  What?!  Where did you come from?!  You were locked in the bedroom.  I swear.

I wonder how many portals there are around the house?  The dogs clearly have no idea these exist.  That would be dangerous.  Pugs popping up out of no where.  Reappearing in different rooms.  They are not sneaky, or smart, so I feel it is best they don’t know these portals exist.

Maybe that’s why the dog-cats are so chubby.  They don’t have to walk from one side of the house to the other.  They just teleport.

Like I said, this is the only explanation for this.  And no, it’s not pregnancy brain talking.  It’s definitely teleportation.


Enjoy your day,


79 days

I just saw a countdown today.

It scared me.

It said 79 days until Mini Mullan’s arrival.

79 DAYS!  Holy cow.


We’ve been very busy getting ready for Mini Mullan’s arrival.  I thought we were doing okay.  That is, until I saw the 79 number on the countdown.  79.  That’s not that many days.

We had a doctor’s appointment yesterday and Mini Mullan is doing great!  She’s right on schedule.  Keep up the good work, little one!  And, we had to register for the childbirth class.  Eep.  I’m not really looking forward to this.  I think this class is going to make me worried, scared or have anxiety that I really don’t want.  I’ve been pretty good up until this point.  Not really worrying about anything, especially not delivery.  Maybe because it seemed so far off.  Damn you, 79 days.  I also haven’t been worrying about that because she has to come out one way or another, haha.  And, I really like and trust my doctor, so I’m not worried about the process.  But, I’m sure this class will change all of that.  And, I’m not going to lie.  I’m naive.  I like it in my bubble.  It’s clean and warm.  Perfect for this little germaphobe.  I’m okay with not knowing things.  Really okay.  And, so is K.  He’s a fight or flight kind of guy.  If he knows too much going in, he’s likely to pass out.  No joke.  Head on the floor.  We’ve already warned our doctor.  So, the less he knows, the better.  We’ll see how this class goes.  You may see a bit more panicky posts from me.  You’ve been warned.

We also had to register at the hospital.  Yep, this just got real.  Aside from the wiggly, little alien inside of me, trying to claw her way out, it hasn’t really felt that real yet.  And now, dun, dun dun, it does.  That, and the fact that we’ll be seeing our doctor every 2 weeks now.  That makes it real.  Oh yeah, and those pesky 79 days.

And today, we went and interviewed a daycare.  We really liked it and we hope they turn out to be the best one for us.  We are still looking into a few others, just for comparison.  But so far, we think we know who we want to go with.

So, see…I think I’m doing okay for only 79 days out.  Right?  RIGHT?!?!  Someone tell me yes so I can stop freaking out.  And, the nursery is finished.  That’s huge.  And, we have one more shower here in Texas to look forward to and then we’ll be all set.  I hope.  Fingers crossed.

Well, we do need to work on dog-cat #2.  I think he’s going to be the one affected by Mini Mullan the most.  He’s pretty attached to me.  He has to be on my lap every chance he gets.  I’m worried he’s going to try to lay on top of the baby while I’m holding her.  I wouldn’t put it past him.  And, he’s already tried nesting in her crib.  That is why her door must remained closed at all times.  I can definitely see dog-cat #2 cuddling up with her in her crib.  Did I say cuddling?  I meant smothering.  Have you seen how fluffy he is?!  So, any suggestions on how to get an overly attached cat ready for a baby?  I’m not worried about the pups and dog-cat #1 at all.  The pups love kids and become very protective little watch dogs.  And, dog-cat #1 could care less.  He’ll ignore and avoid her and me at first.  Then, when he realizes I’m still feeding him and he still gets to sleep with me at night, we’ll be best friends again.

Well, there you have it.  79 days until Mini Mullan.  Get ready, world.


Enjoy your day,



Well that was interesting…

We had a very interesting night last night.

I was in bed, sleeping.  K had just finished putting the pups in the kitchen (shut off by a metal baby gate) and was in the bathroom getting ready for bed.  When all of a sudden we hear a crash and then the alarm goes off.  I have never heard the alarm go off before and didn’t realize what an awful, ear-piercing noise it was.  Ow.  I sit straight up in bed and k comes running out of the bathroom saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”  He runs out to shut the alarm off.  Meanwhile, Elvis comes running back to the bedroom and hops up in bed with me, shaking, looking at me with his sad puppy eyes.  Uma is turning in circles, not sure what to do.  And, there are 2 cats cuddled next to me, unsure of what is going on.  Good to know that in the case an intruder does come into the house, this is what the animals will be doing.  That’s for being protective, zoo.

K finally gets the alarm off and I start to calm all the animals down.  Apparently, a cat was jumping over the baby gate and knocked it down, and the crash set the alarm off.  Heart.attack.  Whoa baby, stay in.

The animals were not willing to be calmed down and insisted on staying in bed with me.  K was on the phone with the alarm company and, after a few minutes, the house was finally quiet.  I got out of bed to take Elvis back to the kitchen, when Oskar starts running down the hall, finally realizing he’s “free.”  Poor thing can hardly hear anymore and I’m pretty sure he slept through all of that.  I corral Elvis and Oskar back into the kitchen and lock them up, both staring at me with sad puppy eyes.  Then, I finally get Uma to lay down.  I get into bed and of course, can’t fall sleep.  Nothing like a high-pitched squeal at midnight to wake you up.  Thanks, cats.

I’m finally in bed and cozy when I hear a bell.  Stupid cats.  They found a cat toy.  Of course, because they are now awake too and why wouldn’t they want to play?!  I hear the cat toy being batted around the hardwood floors and hit into walls for about 10 minutes.  Then, I hear dog-cat #2 running, nope galloping, down the hall with the cat toy in his mouth, jingling.  He comes into our room, by throwing his entire body into the door (nothing like a grand entrance) and jumps on the bed.  As he lands, he spits the cat toy out and it lands on my belly.  Then, he proceeds to hunt and attack it.  I throw the cat toy off and he follows.  Because now I’ve just started a ravishing game of fetch, you know, because we’re all awake and ready to play.  Lovely.  This goes on for a few minutes and he finally gets bored and lays down.  Thank you, dog-cat #2.

From now until morning, every time I move or roll over, which let’s face it is about every 3 minutes, I hear a bell.  The cat toy was still in bed with us.  I tried looking for it but no such luck.  Thankfully, dog-cat #2 was pretty exhausted and did not want to play anymore.

When I woke up this morning, I found the cat toy.  Under the covers.  By my belly.  Really cat?  How did it get there?!  This is the second time the dog-cats have brought the baby a “present.”  And, left it under the covers.  Weasels.

And, as soon as I threw the cat toy off the bed, dog-cat #2 was all over it.   Nuzzling it, like he missed it.  Stupid cat, you are the one that put it there.  You knew where it was.  And, I’m pretty sure you slept on the bed with me all night and could hear the thing jingling whenever I moved.  Ugh.

When I woke up today, I almost (*almost*) felt like that was a dream.  But no.  I did really all happen.  All of it.  Last night.  Yep.  What a fun evening.  I think I may take a nap today.  Minus the dog-cats and cat toys.


Anything exciting happen to you last night?  Let’s hope for a more peaceful evening tonight.  Fingers crossed!

Enjoy your day,


Photos I’ve been meaning to post but have been too lazy to upload from my phone…

I think the title says it all.  It really only takes a minute to plug my phone into my computer and transfer the photos over.  But, there’s this thing called laziness that has taken over me.  So, that “long” walk back to the office, the act of getting the cord out of the drawer and plugging in the phone, then hitting the buttons to transfer the photos really didn’t sound appealing.  Until now.  I felt bad for my blog followers.  I haven’t been keeping up my end of the bargain.  I’ve been letting the photos slip.  So, here you go.  Random photos from my phone, since, well before Christmas.  Enjoy!
Sebastian got his fancy pants brushed. He was very excited to show them off for you. He spent the whole day strutting his stuff around the house. Who knew…brushing your fancy pants makes you feel sexy. Go Sebastian, go!

K helped me make Christmas cookies. One recipe called for K to mix the peanut butter and other ingredients by hand. K thought it would be a good idea to let the pups help him clean the peanut butter off his fingers. Meanwhile, I had no idea this was happening and I just hear lots of little girly giggles. I walk to the other side of the island to find this. Yes, it really was this gross. And, K is terrified of animal mouths. What possessed him to let the pugs lick his fingers?! And poor Oskar’s nubby teeth don’t allow for easy peanut butter pick up, so he bites. Poor K. Poor Oskar. Happy, fat Elvis.

Sworn enemies become best friends when it’s cold outside. Especially if your sworn enemy is as furry as Sebastian. Who needs a blanket?!

Oskar’s newest trick is to jump on the couch and hide in the pillows when we’re not looking. Then, he will wiggle down low so we can’t see him, or so he thinks. Too bad we can see him and he’s just so darn cute that we let him stay up there.

Oskar found the perfect way to sleep. Body in one bed, head in another.

He also perfected the proper tail placement when sleeping:
Tails need to be comfortable too. Especially cute little chubby ones.

I made a new blanket for K’s parents for Christmas. It was a lot of fun making it. Not so much fun sewing it all together. Especially when all Elvis wants to do is run through it.

Here’s the finished product, all sewn together:
I took a 2 week break from crocheting after this. I might make another blanket like this someday. Once I forget how long it took to sew together. Maybe.

We saw the fattest squirrel ever at K’s parents cabin. Huge.  And, she would chase away any other squirrels that tried to eat from the feeder. That’s my kind of squirrel. We don’t share. Get your own food.

I got to meet this handsome little man for the first time over Christmas. Isn’t he adorable?! And, that’s a pretty stylish shirt, if I do say so myself. Yes, I bought it for him, if you couldn’t guess.

The game is…Where’s Oskar?!

Well, that’s what you missed the last few weeks. Nothing too exciting. Sorry about that. And sadly, the photos are mostly of the animals. I can’t help it, they are just so darn cute. Plus, in a few months you will have baby overload so enjoy the animal photos now!

Next up is a fantastic dose of Inappropriate or Awesome. Get excited!

Enjoy your day,

Yarn, Yarn, and more Yarn

Hi friends!  If anyone is in the DFW area this Saturday, 12/1, stop by Jesuit HS for their Christmas Bazaar from 9 – 5.  I will have a booth for The Polka Dotted Pug and you can stop by and say hi.  I’d love to see you all!


I signed up for the bazaar back in September and ended up not making the cut.  There were a lot of returning vendors from past years and they get preference over newbies like me.  So I was bummed for a bit and then got over it.  No big deal.  Then, about 2 weeks ago I got an email saying that a vendor cancelled and I was at the top of the wait list.  Did I want the booth?  Heck yes!  It’s a bigger booth, and more expensive, than I originally signed up for but I can fill it.  Or so I thought.

I have been a crocheting machine these last 2 weeks.  I am going to get arthritis.  I don’t keep a lot of stock for my shop because it’s hard to determine what colors people will choose.  So I basically had to make everything. And, enough to fill a craft fair booth from 9-5.  Eep.

I thought I was doing well.  I really did.  But now, I’m starting to panic.  I only have a few days left to finish all of these things.  And the quick items, like scarves (which I made 9 last night!) are finished.  Now all that’s left is the time-consuming (more so than the scarves) items.  Ugh.  Fingers crossed I finish everything in time.

This is a photo of me last weekend when I thought I had everything under control.  Note the smile.  The small stash of yarn.  Well, that’s not at all what I would look like now if you took my picture.  And, it looks like the yarn store threw up in my office right now.  Dog-cat #2 keeps bringing me yarn balls he finds in the office.  I think he’s telling me to crochet faster.  I don’t even stop him from going in the office anymore.  Let’s face it, I need all the help I can get.

I’m off to finish crocheting some baby hats, some boot cuffs, and fingerless mitts.  If you don’t hear from me in a few days, I’ve gone insane.  Just a heads up.


Enjoy your day & stop by the Bazaar,

Random iPhone Photos

Yep, it’s back.  Random photos I have on my phone.  Prepare yourselves.

K made me waffles for breakfast. So good! K might not cook that often, and he usually burns grilled cheese, but he knows his way around the kitchen for breakfast foods. He is the king of waffles and pancakes.

This is a little comparison I did to show how huge dog-cat #2’s paws are compared to my hand.  And, in case you don’t know this, I have HUGE hands.  Wow. And, he liked it so much, he let me hold his hand like that for an hour. I can’t help it my animals love me.

You know you are going to have a rough day when you slide out of your bed while sleeping and just can’t find the strength to get back in. Poor, old, grumpy Oskar.

Apparently Ewoks and nutcrackers come together as one this holiday season.  I think he’s kinda cute.  I might have to find a special place on the mantle for him this year.



And, do you know what I haven’t blogged about recently?!  Inappropriate or Awesome.  Yep, that’s right.  I will be bringing it back.  I’m sure I will find a whole new set of Inappropriate or Awesome this holiday season.  Get ready!


Enjoy your Tuesday,

Let’s Get It On…

We’ve been having a little issue around the {d&k} casa…

Dog-Cat #2 has been a little, well, how do I put this, sociable?!  No, that’s not right.  Excited?!  No.  Humpy-McHumperson?!  Yes, yes he is.

We think he may have picked up the idea and maybe some techniques from Elvis and Dog-Cat #1.  Well, not really Dog-Cat #1.  He sort of just stands there while Elvis takes advantage of him.  So, basically Elvis is the bad influence here.  But, we already knew that.

So, back to naughty Dog-Cat #2.  He only does “it” on or with 2 things in the house.  Both are my fuzzy blankets.  There is a yellow one on the couch for the cats to lay on so they don’t shed all over the couch.  Well, he has made this his own, if you know what I mean.

The second fluffy, oh-so-soft blanket is in {d&k}s bedroom on the couch and he has also made this his own.


I’ve never seen a cat hump anything.  Sorry, folks.  Earmuff the children, please.  This is a dirty blog post.

He starts by standing on the blanket and kneading it with his paws.  No big deal.  Normal cat behavior.

Then, he gets “in the zone.”  He doesn’t blink.  Or move his head.  He just stares.  Usually at me.  Ew.  Why?  Ew.

Then his little hips start moving.

At this point, {d&k} are thoroughly disgusted so k swats at him and he stops.  He lays down and licks himself.  Double ew.

Is this normal?  For a cat?

He just started this.  He’s fixed.  He’s 3.  Why now?  And why does he look at me?  I’m his mom!

I just don’t know what to do with him.  If I move the blankets, I’m worried he’ll find other, non-moveable thing to hump.  I don’t want him doing “that” to the couch. Or bed. Or brothers.  I mean, right now it’s contained to the blankets.  Should I keep it that way?

Should I take him to a kitty psychologist?  Is there some underlying issue?  Is he taking it out on my fuzzy blankets for a reason?  Or does he just think they are soft kitties?

Help a girl out, folks.

There’s a little too much humpity-hump-humpin’ going on around here.

Here he is, lettin’ it all hang out after one of his romps.  Lovely.


I hope you’ve enjoyed learning these oh-so-intimate details in my cat’s personal life.  I’m glad I can talk to you about this.  Thanks for being a great friend!


Enjoy your day,