I know that I just posted a picture of Dash last week, but that was a situation where he had to share the spotlight with Emily the Terrible, and really, as his mother so aptly put it, “Dash is a complete publicity whore.”
Not another picture of Dogwood's Nephew!
I am not as bad as they say i am.
This is my nephew Dash. He is laying on the couch with the dog that I refer to as “The Jack Russell Terror.” My sister went to the Atlanta Humane Society and said, “Give me the worst dog in here!” Then, she asked me what I thought, and i said, “Great choice!” And now we are stuck with her badness.
Emily (the dog’s given name) is so bad that she can jump over our chain link fence. When she stays at our house, we have to put one of those bolts into the ground and chain her to it. Back off Peta – she gets daily walks or runs when she is with us and doesn’t spend long on the chain. When I run with her, by the way, i am sure it looks something like it would look if I tried to run while holding an angry cat in a box. The alternative would be to let her run loose and possibly be hit by a car, which I may say i want to happen, but I don’t really want to happen, as i am a big softie. She is so damn smart, though, that she learned to dig up the stake, and run around the neighborhood with a chain and a bolt dragging behind her. Then we tried a cement block as the “stake.” Nope, she just kept on jumping and jumping against the chain until the cement block was moved gradually across the yard and she had jumped over the fence. (Luckily with enough slack in the line to land unchoked on the other side.) I came out the door and looked over and she was sitting, wagging her tail, pleased as punch with herself on my side of the fence.
People, this dog is B-A-D bad.
The funny thing, though, is that as soon as the sun goes down, she seems to just fall out wherever she is, exhausted by the ever-constant movement of each of her days. After the sun goes down, the Terror goes to sleep. She cuddles on the couch. She does not chew, or bark, or chase my cats. She is sweet.
Okay, so that is your dog story for the day. Now i will have to write up something about all the other family pets, or they will be jealous. So, basically, don’t read Dogwood Girl for the next week if you aren’t a pet lover, or don’t have a fetish for cat ladies.
Oh, and I will be gone this weekend. All weekend. No kids. Only chicks. In a cabin. In the mountains. Sunny and nice weather. Unlimited provisions.
Yes, I am excited. This ain’t gonna be no Girls Gone Mild.
I feel pretty lucky to live so close to the Little Man, Dashiell. He and Lisa visited yesterday and i took a couple of decent shots of Dash and Tills together. (You try getting a 2 year-old to hold a newborn, and for both of them to look remotely close to the camera without someone’s head getting dented!) Please note how much Dash is starting to look like Uncle Mark, down to the ugly orange outfit.
Here is an update on Dash, from his Mama:
“Looks like Dash is a-okay. He had his repeat ultrasound this morning and it shows no changes from the one on Sunday. The part of his stomach they were worried about is on the “large side of normal” but still within normal range. Since he’s doing better they’re not going to worry about it unless he starts exorcist vomiting again.
Went for his 2 week appt today and he now weighs 7 lbs, 9 oz. Little pig!”
Kinda crappy. He’s only ten days old, Cosmos! Cut him some slack!
Rough weekend for sister and Company. Dash started throwing up his feedings (not just spitting up, but vomiting) so they called the ped and they sent them to the ER on Sat evening. They went to the ER and then they admitted him overnight.
They did an upper GI and an Ultrasound, i think. Possible culprits: cow’s milk allergy. They put him on alimentium formula for supplemental feedings, sis is still pumping like a Putnam County Dairy, and they are working on some BF issues today with the Lactation consultant. Might also be some kind of stenosis, which sounds like a blockage of some sort (no, I’m not a doctor, and neither are the three people I got this info from on the grapevine), but they can’t confirm it for a few more days, because they usually only show up at about 10 days old, so they will recheck with an ultrasound on Thursday to rule that out.
Also a possibility – reflux. They put him on the meds for that. (Forget what they are called. Doesn’t someone I know’s kid take something for reflux?)
Anyway, wanted to post an update, especially since some folks were asking how they were doing. Will keep you all posted. Baby and mom came home late last night, so the vomiting has stopped. I spent the night and took the late shift, which involved the usual newborn night activities: Changing diapers, wiping spitup, falling asleep on couch with baby on chest while watching bad 3 a.m. t.v. Just like the old days.
Lee, if you read this, i am waiting for the latest update, but didn’t want to call and wake folks.
The only picture my stingy, sleep-deprived brother-in-law deigned to send to me. He is cute, but one picture does not do justice to the majesty* of my new nephew. This will have to suffice for the time being.
*All newborns look like alien worm beings.
For those of you who haven’t heard yet, Dashiell Rey is here, as of 3 am this morning. He’s pretty much already a pain in our ass, just like we knew he would be. Lisa was having back pain all day Tuesday, didn’t sleep Tuesday night, and then saw the OB Wed. a.m., where they told her to head to the hospital to be induced. She went into labor before they could give her anything, but the little #$@# took FOREVER. He is fine, though, and Mama and Daddy are as fine as you can be after squeezing a bowling ball out of your vagina or watching someone you love squeeze a bowling ball out of her vagina.
Did I mention he is really freakin’ cute? I love him.
Pictures when my husband returns from Florida with a camera and/or my BIL gets his ass home and emails some to me. Don’t they know I have a blog to support? Come on, people!