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Does this blog post make me look fat?*

*Yeah, but if it does make me look fat, I hope it’s all in my rear end. I think it rather tends to resemble a pancake. Which I find undesirable.

My 12-year-old, Christopher, is such a reliable, sweet, soul. He has been so reliable, sweet, kind, and kind while taking care of me.

I tell him all the time he is ‘My Rock’ and that I don’t know what I would do without him.

In fact, as he was crawling into my bed tonight to watch a movie with his mama and the new puppy, he brought me some apple juice that I mightily wanted but hadn’t asked him to bring me I looked over at him and said, “I thought you might be thirsty.” I replied, “Awe, thanks! You are one cool rock.”

He looked confused so I explained that since I tell him and everyone else that he was my rock and I couldn’t get along without him, I thought I would just call him “Rock” and keep it short.

“OOOOhhhh….that’s a good idea! Scoot over a little bit “Land”.

“LAND??!!! YOU KNICKNAMED ME “LAND”??? ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME THAT I LOOK FAT!!!!!?????!!!”

blink. blink. blink.

Christopher looked totally and completely mystified and baffled.

“Wait…what?! I never said that you looked fat!”

“Don’t worry, son…I am just trying to prepare you for about 4-years from now for when you start dating. Because girls have a way of somehow having the ability to turn every conversation, statement and question about if they are fat or not. I am just trying to prepare you. It’s my job. I’m you’re mom”

“OH. Ok. Thanks for looking out for me. But can you do you one more thing for me?”

“What?”

“Scoot over and start the movies. I’m tired of talking about girls. I’m only 12, you know. I can only take so much.” 

Remember, this is for posterity so, be honest.

It’s the 100th anniversary of the sinking of The Titanic this April 15th.

In celebration (and to eek even more money out of it), it is being re-released in theaters for public viewing in 3D.

So, honestly…are you going?

Tell the truth or I shall have to knock 3-times and summon the floating head of death.

I WAS going to go an revel in my Titanic geekiness (since I can remember and LONG before the film, thank you very much) but, the writer who writes Downton Abbey (oh, how I love thee) has a 2-night series on The Titanic that starts that night, and my friend Holly (who took the ADORABLE photos of our brand new Maltese puppy, Pinky) (yes, I am STILL having so much trouble with that name, as is my husband)and I decided, that even though we could DVR it, we wanted to stay home and experience it live.

So, what about you?

(And yeah…I realize there are about eleventyhundred of you who are WAY cooler and much, MUCH more hip than I am and don’t give a flying flip about The Titanic and would rather have their epidermal torn slowly from their body and poured with lemon juice than have to view it or hear one more minute of hype about it ever again.

I dressed up as Rose DeWitt Bukater for Halloween this year so I am clearly not one of those people.

:)

So, whatcha gonna do?

 

 

I am totally embarrassed to tell you what we named our dog.

Thank you SO much for the hundreds of name suggestions you gave me through my blog, Twitter, Facebook and email. I loved so many of them. (And MUCH thanks to Holly Murdock for the beautiful photos she took of my little puppy.)

She ended up getting microchipped today and so we needed to come up with a name.

And I am rather embarrassed to tell you what it is.

So, let’s just get it over with, shall we?

We…um…named her…

Pinkie.

I know.

But let me explain.

My older son had his heart SET on a name and well…he totally manipulated us by teaching it to Butterlump. And when you have your little 2-year-old that your sun rises and sets by come up to you and say in the most adorable voice… “Mama…I just WUV Pinkie so much!” And then you see him petting your adorable blinking cotton ball saying, “I wuv you Pinkie!”.

We tried to suggest other names, we really did. “Aaron, what about Poppy?” “No, Mama! PINKIE!”

It was too much for us and we caved.

Besides…she has the most perfectly baby pink ears, pads and you can still see some of her delicate pink skin come through her coat.

And she is as tiny as a pinky, so there is that.

(Can you tell I am justifying myself as much as possible?)

Thing is, the name is actually growing on me. It seems to fit her more every day. And since we also got it for Butterlump to have a pal when he gets a little older as there is a 10-year age difference between him and Christopher, I thought going with the name he insisted on was the way to go.

I have to go cuddle with my two little ones right now. Butterlump has a fever and is having a hard time so he is up late and poor Pinkie had a microchip implanted and was vaccinated and so she is in a lot of pain.

Pinkie.

Oh, well.

I love her to bits and pieces.

And hey, at least it wasn’t Renesmee…right?

Sigh.