And we wait…

I hate waiting.  I’m super impatient.  DW passed this trait down to me.   Thanks, dad.

What are we waiting for?!

Oh, just a little something special.  You know, Mini Mullan.

We are just sitting here, waiting.  Everything is done.  We are ready.  But, we still must wait.

We are very ready for her now.  I would love, love, love for her to make her appearance this weekend.  Come on, Mini!

What are the odds of her arriving early?  I probably have better odds of her arriving late.  But, I don’t want that.  I want her now.  NOW.

And, we’ve been trying to hurry her along.  Yes, that’s right.  We are trying all those old wives tales to help evict her.  Last night alone, I ate super spicy food, had pineapple, and went on a mile and a half walk (yes, I understand that’s not very far, but when you are carrying around a watermelon, plus a few extra pounds, it feels like it’s 10 miles).  We’ll see if any of these tales actually work.

And, we have nothing going on this weekend.  Nothing.  This would be the perfect weekend for her to come into the world.  Did you hear that, Mini?  This weekend is perfect!

But, for now, we wait.

Did I mention I hate waiting?  Ugh.  Wish us luck!


Enjoy your day,



9 was a bad choice

So, what’s so wrong with the number 9?!  Well, I had a slight case of pregnancy brain on Saturday and decided it would be a “good” idea to take a walk around the lake.  {d&k} have only been completely around this lake once, and that was by bike.  The trail around the lake is 9 miles.  Yep, that right there.  That’s why 9 is a bad number.

By mile 4.5, we were ready to be finished.  But, since we were already half way, we could have turned and headed back the way we came, or finished the loop around the lake.  At that point, we were already committed to 9 miles.  Ugh.  We were both in pain when we finished.  And, I definitely had a waddle.

We did have a great time and got a fantastic workout. My heart rate monitor said we burned almost 1700 calories.  Turns out, walking for 3 hours is a great workout!

We spent the last 1.5 miles laughing at how stupid I am to think that this was a good idea.  K even asked if for a slight moment, I forgot I was preggo.  Haha.  Maybe I did.  I think that’s where the pregnancy brain kicked in.

And, thankfully, I was only sore the remainder of that evening.  I actually slept really well that night (I can’t imagine why) and woke up feeling great.  So, the 9 miles turned out to be good for me.  Although, getting through them was not the most fun.

And, we also had beautiful weather that day.  It was supposed to rain all day, and instead, it was 82 and sunny.  I even got a little sun burn.  In March, no less.  I’ll take it!

So, lesson learned….when D says, “Let’s walk around the lake!”  K needs to chime in, “NOOOOoooooo!”  We decided 4.5 is the max and at miles 2.25, we turn around and head back.  I like that plan much better.

How was everyone’s weather this weekend?  Did anyone get to spend time outside?


Enjoy your day,


Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms, mothers-to-be, grandmothers, and fur-baby mothers (like me!).  I hope you had a lovely day yesterday!

{d&k} celebrated Mother’s Day by heading over to the lake and taking the pups on a nice long walk and swim.  They had a blast!  We decided that every Mother’s Day from now on, we will head out to the lake for a dog walk, a little dog swim, and a picnic.

K helped the zoo pick out a very sweet card for me yesterday and K surprised me with some wonderful fruit for breakfast (yum!).
Here’s the card…note the animals at the bottom…

K also surprised me by doing 3 loads of laundry!  I was amazed!  I banned K from the laundry years ago when he shrunk one of my dresses to pug-sized.  He definitely redeemed himself yesterday.  Welcome back to laundry duty, k!!  Congratulations!!

It was actually really funny…during his last load, he asked me to grab a bunch of hangers for him.  I saw that he had all of his dress shirts thrown over his shoulder and I said to just put them on the laundry basket and we could put them away later.  He said they were still wet and he wanted to hang them up to dry.  I asked if he usually hangs his shirts up and he said that he didn’t know because he doesn’t do laundry.  Hah.  I said that I’ve never hung them up, I always dry them.  Haha.  Into the dryer they went!

So, you may thing {d&k} are nuts for celebrating Mother’s Day (and Father’s Day) because we don’t have real kids.  But, to us, our fur-babies are our kids.  They are our babies and we do everything with them or for them.  We take care of them, walk them, feed them, cuddle with them, all in return for their unconditional love, no matter what.  I’d say that’s worth it.  I know they love us, when, after doing something wrong and getting yelled at, they still get excited when you call them up for a cuddle.  Uma has learned that k usually won’t acknowledge her until he’s been home for at least 10 minutes.  So, she stands right by him and waits.  Once it’s time, she nuzzles his leg until he pets her.  She loves welcoming him home from work everyday.  Oskar knows he is my baby and, shhhh don’t tell the others, but he is my favorite.  He knows this because he will not leave my side.  Yesterday, I was in the bedroom with all 3 dogs and k yelled that it was time to go for a walk.  Uma and Elvis took off towards k and Oskar just stood next to me, waiting patiently for me, and then we walked to the back door together.  These are their special little ways of letting us know they love us.  It’s deeper than the jump-up-to-greet-you-when-you-come-home love and the I‘m-gonna-like-your-face-any-chance-I-get love.

Like I said, you might think we’re crazy, and that’s okay.  But we love our fur-babies and with that comes celebrating these holidays.


Enjoy your day,