Enough said!

Okay, not really, you see I have been severely lacking in my blogging duties of late.
Why?
Trying to domesticate my offspring,
and making our abode inhabitable.
(see above)
Why does it take such a monumental effort to make it look like no one lives here?

Hunky Hubby has retired.
Been layed off is a more appropriate term.
He has commandeered the computer,
and he's home all the time.
Don't get me wrong, I like the guy and all.
In fact, I love having him around,
it's just I feel weird sitting on the computer, lurking in to others lives and sharing random stuff in my head when other adults are around.
Does anyone else feel that way?
Like I said, the Hubs needs a job, so keep him in mind.

Dieter.
Yes, Dieter is still a "large" part of everyday.
He's 11 months old now and weighs in at 140 lbs.
We thought he had finally decided to do his business in the snow OUTSIDE,
but Chandler's tantrum last night assured us Dieter still prefers Chandler's room.
We had a couple of days that were up above a balmy 45 so I sent Seth around the lake nearby with Dieter for a LONG walk.

(here's where the police come in to the story,
yes, we thought it had been a while since they dropped by as well!)

While enjoying the ambiance of the lake,
Dieter spotted a goose.
Apparently, Dieter likes Goose.
He took off dragging poor Seth across the rocks and ice.
Bless his heart, Seth fortunately let go, but Dieter kept running.
About 30 yards out on the lake the ice broke and Dieter fell through.
Seth tried running out after him, but thankfully stopped,
called us and 911.

Some wonderful men walking by saw what was happening, and ran to get a neighbor who had a canoe.
By this time, Seth is distraught, and Dieter is wailing like, well, a whale.
the neighbor with the canoe raced over and paddled out to get Dieter.
By the time the guy pulled him in the boat he wasn't moving anymore,
and his extremities had turned blue.
We rushed Dieter home and in to the tub.
NO EASY TASK!
He was not interested in water by now.
We babied him the rest of the day and had him checked out by a friend who's an EMT.
He ate a banana cream pie of the counter later that day.
He's fine.
I was more concerned about Seth, who understandably was pretty shaken up.
The police did come, 4 cars of them to supervise the cleanup.
We know them all by name.

I've been spending the rest of my time watching my sweet Christopher's life
flash before my eyes daily.
He leaves for Basic Training in a week.
Between training, the linguistics institute in Monterey, and a mission for our Church,
he will be gone for 4 years!

(breathe, breathe)

and despite all of the above,
I still have laundry to fold.
And a basement to psyche myself up for.