I purposed, before the birth of my daughter, to be the kind of mom I'd long wanted to be. At all costs. Unbeknownst to her, my daughter had thrown me a challenge. I needed to use my God-given talents and life's passions to be productive while still working around her needs and her schedule. Here are some daily adventures and small successes.

3/04/2012

That dog again

One of my favorite chick-flics -- mainly because it is peppered with cute, random divulgences -- is You've Got Mail.



Am reminded of this snippet often:
Brinkley is my dog. He loves the streets of New York as much as I do although he likes to eat bits of pizza and bagel off the sidewalk, and I prefer to buy them. Brinkley is a great catcher, was offered a tryout on the Mets farm team…but he chose to stay with me, so that he could spend 18 hours a day sleeping on a large green pillow the size of an inner tube.

Why am I reminded, you ask? Because I get 18 daily hours of this...


(Except when no one's home. That's when he gets on the couch. And sheds his entire coat.)

2nd child.

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