Damn Steph, that is scary. Glad you listened to you body and caught it.
In Frankie news, peed in my room. Either two big pees, or one epic one. I've been treating him as soon as he pees outside. I'll give it a little longer but I may be buying a crate this weekend. It didn't go well the first time I tried to crate train him.
smonster, I can't remember if you already said -- have you taken Frankie to the vet to make sure he doesn't have a UTI?
I did. He doesn't. And actually, his urine was a little concentrated, so I don't want to deprive him of water during the day.
Groupon has a deal on puppy pads, if that might be useful?
Once my mother was carrying my sister on her hip and turned too sharply just as Sarah wiggled... smacked her head on the door frame.
She's fine.
Plus when ltc is a little older, she will have all sorts of falls out running into things.
I started listing all the times my kids fell out of bed as babies, or were walked into walls holding my hand as toddlers, but frankly, there's too many to count. So far, both are reading 2+ grade levels above their age, with equivalent vocabulary and rhetorical talents to boot. (It's honestly a little intimidating having 2 kids that much smarter than me. Maybe I should have dropped them more often to even the playing field.)
(KIDDING.)
(MOSTLY.)
As if we weren't broken enough. My poor DH is just a big sobbing mess because he ran over our adopted old blind cat. He didn't see her (obviously) and he is just so upset. All the sadness is just too much. My heart breaks for him, and poor Penny who at least had a few months of care and love.
Oh, Laura, how terrible. Your poor DH.
Laura, that's so sad. Poor DH.