I have learned a couple of ways to get my mutt Susie into the kitchen. Neither require me to call her name.
- I just need to peel a banana. It doesn’t matter where in the house my mutt is napping, she will come into the kitchen expecting me to give her a portion of my banana.
- I just need to put Wren into her highchair. Susie will race in and immediately start “cleaning” the floors by the time Wren is strapped in.
These two are finally becoming best friends. On Monday, they were actually playing fetch. Wren would throw the tennis ball down the hallway, and Susie would retrieve it. Wren would just smile and laugh at this new game, and both were probably enjoying the attention. I am so happy for them to reach this point.
In the past month, Wren cut another tooth bringing the count up to four. (Three more appear to be poking through soon.) She took a step, then two, then four. Now she can walk the short length of our living room without assistance. She will say “cat” and “dog.” Even though she points at the wrong animal as she speaks, I’m still proud of her.
It’s been a while since my last post. I’ve tried to share a few things, but it’s hard for me to admit that things haven’t been going great. While in Chicago, I became ill. My brother-in-law had to drive me home a few days earlier than planned. I went to the doctor’s office right away and it was determined I had the flu and an ear infection. Okey was able to take care of Wren while I spent last week holed up in the bedroom, but he had to travel this week for work. My dear mum offered to come, but I felt a bit better so I told her to stay put. I have managed this week, but barely. My body isn’t functioning at 100%, and it sucks. I had a scare that brought me back to the doctor’s office unexpectedly this week. Wren just knows that something is wrong, and she is incredibly clingy. She won’t take a nap unless she’s in my arms. She won’t sleep unless she’s in my bed. I can’t even take a bathroom break without hearing her cry. It’s been very difficult, and I just want to cry too. Okey comes home tonight. I hate knowing that he’s coming home to this mess (me & the house), but there’s nothing more I can do. I’m just praying that God will give me the strength to take care of Wren.