About a month ago, I began noticing some very odd behavior in my mother. Now let me back up a second and give you some background...my parents moved in with us several months ago to help out with my very high maintenance, heart bypass recovering husband. He used to get up in the middle of the night for water, to potty, whatever...promptly pass out and drop to the ground like a ton of bricks. Sometimes there were seizures involved. Needless to say, this was freaking me out quite a bit especially since I didn't relish the thought of my kids walking in to see Dad on the floor with his eyes rolled back in his head..oy! So, my parents (who are quite simply THE best parents in the Universe) packed up and moved in to help me with the kids, etc. They have their own "house" separate from the rest of us (it was probably the only reason they agreed...they could shut us out when we got too rowdy!) It's been a tremendous relief having them here, but that's another post in itself. Ok...now on with how my normally sane mother went crazy and had a baby....
About a month ago, my mom starts making strange comments like these..."I have to stay out of that animal shelter." (what? where the heck did that come from?) "I can't go to the animal shelter...I would bring them all home." "I want a chocolate lab...or a black lab" (HUH?) "I took a trip today to the animal shelter..they have a black lab." She's got to be kidding, right? My mom knows my son would have a flip out attack if there was a dog anywhere near his beloved black cat, Shadow. Now these bizarre comments would just pop out at the most random times. At first I thought my mother was just becoming senile. Then I realized something more sinister was happening. I knew we were in for it when she roped my dad into going to the animal shelter with her. I really knew we were in trouble when I heard this...."We want to have a family meeting."
I will spare you the details of the family meeting, but will tell you the end result was my mother having a 73 lb baby boy named Gordie.
Here's he is... Cat & Dog in harmony...
How can ya' resist that? Even if I did have to endure the dreaded "family meeting." (yes, I am 43, but still required to go to family meetings..)
At the shelter, Connor was holding firm that no dog was coming around his cat. However, once he saw Gordie and Papa together, his cold heart of steel melted and he gave his thumbs up. Catherine fell in love instantly. My mom knew that once she got us down there, we'd be toast. (That's just low, Mom...you wait...I'm so going to make more photo dvds that make you cry...sobbing, ugly crying...and then I'm going to do a photo slideshow of your ugly crying and blog about it..)
So here we are with our new family member, Gordie the Black Lab. He's actually more of a toddler (18 mos.). His birthday is May 10...another reason we love him...most of the family birthdays fall in May. He's a sweetheart and wonderful with the kids. Shadow has even started to come around.
Mom, no more family meetings for a while, ok? I know we have four acres, but I don't think Cat is ready for a pony yet. Wait...forget I said pony...no really, ponies need a lot of care and grooming and Cat really wants one...oops! Forget that last comment....
p.s. (I'm famous for the post script) Today is my 1 month blogiversary! Woo Hoo! Thanks ya'll for your awesome support of my bloggy!
p.s.s.s. (for those of you who have emailed me about my husband...no, I did not marry a rich OLD billionaire...although with the cost of medical care these days, I probably should have! My husband is 40 and has had diabetes since his youth. Years of diabetic complications led to his heart damage and many more issues that I could blog about for years! Thank you so kindly for your concern. And most of all, thanks for reading our family blog!)