Mother's Day

An illicit and scandalous affair with a neighboring bulldog resulted in Sadie becoming a very BUSY Mother.  A DOZEN born, ten survived.

The first week they were born, I wondered how in the world we were going to find homes for them- they were SO UGLY.  (I am not kidding.)

But boy did time work its' magic.  Turns out the coon hound/border collie/lab/bulldog mix makes a VERY precious mutt.  People have been calling/texting/visiting like crazy this past week and jockeying all the interest and visits has been, well, interesting.  Most of them are gone at this point and as callous as I sounded when they were first born, I must admit that it has been hard to get rid of them, they are all sooo sweet.  

I mean, just look at them...

This one fell asleep sitting up.

In fact, it's SOOO hard, we may be keeping one! 

Any guesses which pup it is?  

Happy Mother's Day.... to Sadie.  ;-)

(Bet you didn't think a Mother's Day post would veer in this direction...)

I'm No Snitch

 

For a good long while, mum's was the word.  It nearly drove me mad, but I'm a good secret keeper.

The word is now officially OUT so I can joyously shout from the rooftops that the Lord blessed Corynn and Kemuel with a little Pipsqueak!!!  Due at the end of October, we can't wait to meet this little one.  (Oh, boy, is that an understatement!  What a gift!  What an answer to prayers!) 

 My girl is a Mama.

I am gonna be a Grandma.

Or a Granny.

Or, would it be weird, to be an Oma, if only by heritage and not by location?  Do tell.

When we were deciding Matt should be called, it was suggested (by HIM, by the way) that he be called GRUMPS instead of Gramps.

AH HAHAHA.  I happen to absolutely love it.  While it's hilarious, I am not sure it will (or should) stick. 

Whatever he winds up being called, he will always be a GRUMPS in my book. 😁