No More Teeth Please... by Duck Momma

This has been a tough couple weeks around the pond. Goose has two new beautiful teeth! She has been so good, I  know its not comfortable! But as most mommies will attest with teeth comes cranky babies, tears, and lots of mommy kisses. My little girl is getting so big!

But the teeth crisis doesn't end there. The following is a story for the mommas. Because I know you will be able to appreciate my pain an any number of levels...

First a bit of background, I have a cat named Gus. He is large, 3 legged, and full of personality. He likes to sleep all day on our bed. It is his place. He is not a fan of dogs, especially Daisy Dragon who always wants to play.

On to the story:

This week my husband and I celebrated our first anniversary. He gave me the most beautiful roses and we had a lovely dinner out together. When we got home Goose was asleep (Grandma must have worn her out). So Daddy Duck and I thought we would go. . . "cuddle". This was important for us, and here I'm sure many moms can appreciate, "Cuddling" frequency  has become a bit more infrequent since Goose came along. 

Anyway, I was giggly and happy and went trotting into the bedroom ahead of Duck Daddy and donned a certain birthday suit and went to jump on the bed. Well I did jump on the bed. In the dark. Blindly. . .

The next few moments can only be described as a flurry of fur, teeth, hysterical hissing,shrill shrieking, and pain. . .

THAT'S RIGHT. . . I jumped on the cat.  And he  rightfully bit me. . . in an area that makes it extremely difficult to be a breastfeeding momma. . . I am not exaggerating when I say you could have gotten full dental records from that bite. I washed it immediately and put ointment on. But as they say,cat bites are as nasty as people bites. . . I wound up going to the doctor (which I CANNOT stand as is) and had to have it checked out. I learned a great deal about the loss of pride. "How did the cat get you there ma'am?"  . . . *sigh*

As I'm writing this I'm sitting with my prescribed warm compress and ointment and antibiotics and peroxide. . . and zero desire to deal with any more teeth for a while. Lesson learned, always ALWAYS look before you leap. . . Also don't leap without clothes or right where your large grumpy cat sleeps. . .

I will always remember this anniversary.

I will humbly return to regular posting as soon as possible. . . Thank you ;-) Duck Momma

I Killed A Spider by Duck Momma

That's right, I killed the spider. You should have seen it! It was at least three feet in diameter, with legs 6 feet long. It had long fangs that were dripping with whatever those movie spider fangs are always dripping with. I'm pretty sure it knew my name and was just taunting me, mean mean bugger. . .

Ok, well maybe not quite like that, but its my story and I did kill a spider. As far as I know, my mother isn't afraid of anything, including spiders. I spent most of my childhood, teenage years, and early adult hood running and screaming like a little girl from the 8 legged advisaries. (to be fair I was a little girl for some of that time). My mom would stroll in and with a mere kleenex between her fingers and the vermin, and she would squash it like. . . well a bug. What a hero! My saviour!

Now I find myself in a very interesting position. Its now my job to be champion, I have a little baby counting on me. She hasn't actually noticed them yet but its still my job. *gulp*

So in the spirit of triumph over evil and being a crafty mommy, I present to you the SPIDER SPEAR! This simple weapon can be used by all and more than effective. It has easily changable ends, so that when; in the heat of battle you do not have to carry around guts. Truthfully its a dowl rod with a thick paper towel folded around it and fixed by a rubber band. It works. And I did kill the spider.

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Daisy the Dragon by Duck Momma

Daisy is a dragon. Well, not a real dragon, but close enough. Daisy is our one year old 100+ pound puppy. And if you ever wanted to know what owning a dragon was like, please come walk her.

Now she can't breathe fire, but my not so secret life as a gamer taught me not all dragons do. She sits in her lair, or on her step hoarding every toy she can. Its her treasure. She will sit on it like a bird on its nest, gnawing her giant cow bone.
She doesn't mind adding a shoe to the mix if you aren't watching, in fact she loves that. And for a dog that is as sneak proficient as, well a dragon she is really good at stealing them. For example it is negative degrees outside, but yesterday I swear she stole one of the neighbor kids flip flops. ( she was running like mad from the kid, happy as can be until I stepped in)

And for a dog that can rest her giant head on the table with out stretching, most things are in her reach; Like the laundry basket buffet line. But you always know she has something because like any good dragon she has to show you her treasure.

Now before you go thinking she is a mythological mischief, she has some wonderful redeeming qualities. She loves her family, including and especially Goose. In fact trying to keep the baby from kissing the dog has become an active pass time of mine. When she walks away the baby squeals to get her back.

And she does look out for us, like if the little dog across the pond goes zombie or the nice old man that shovels the snow goes rogue we'll know. Or if the dwarves in my husband's video game escape, she will be all over that. Apparently they are bad news judging from her recent vocalizations.

Despite her faults I love that silly dog. She has taught me a lot about patience and observation. She is a one creature mommy trainer. She makes us laugh and loves us despite our own short comings and flaws. She may raid the cookie jar and try to steal your socks (on or off) but she won't let harm come to you. She will sit faithfully beside you on your bluest day and chase every tear and cat away
I always wanted a dragon of my own.

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