Technology addictions and iPads

This is a little post about parenting from your resident expert aka muah!

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^ Not mine, but I’d take him if I didn’t already have three (VERY) dependents. Carter and his parents came to visit a couple weeks ago, and we made sure to compare him to our kids (some people call them animals, but I’m taking some creative liberties) frequently during the visit. I know you’re not supposed to, and I’ve heard my other friends complain when people compare having pets to having children, but I couldn’t even stop myself. Love you, Carter. And Tory. And Lucy. And Molly.

So anyway, as promised, I have some parenting advice. NEVER give your child an iPad. If Tory is any indication of how REAL technology addiction is, then HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM.

It all started when I was showing our tenant roommate friend, Abbey, how entertaining the Friskies apps are for the cats. HOWEVER, as soon as I placed the iPad on the floor for the cats, Tory took over. Turns out the Friskies apps are ACTUALLY more entertaining for the dog.

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EXHIBIT A. ADDICTION IS REAL.

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It’s an iPad party.

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Depressed from her technology addiction.

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The iPad had been in the off position for three minutes at the time of this photo. Yet her eyes never moved.

Take me back to the good ol’ days when dogs played outside and had no idea who Steve Jobs was.

Exotic dance and vacuuming

My blog disappeared for a weekend, and the situation caused me so much stress I decided to ignore the blog for a couple weeks. By decided, I mean accidentally neglected.

Plus, this face is kind of a time suck:

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Why would I choose to punch away on the keyboard instead of wrestling her on my new rug?

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Looks like love, but don’t be deceived. She’s actually just plotting her next attack.

We did manage another dog park visit a couple weeks ago, and Tory got to meet Gypsy, Erin’s pup who was adopted coincidentally on the same exact day!

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Taking a selfie with two dogs and two humans is remarkably challenging, but we nailed it after the 107th try.

Basically there’s nothing new around here. The dog still torments the cats. Sometimes by having a stare down on the stairs.

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Casey still vacuums while simultaneously dancing.

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Lucy is still self-involved and sits near portraits of herself.

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We are still obsessed with the dog.

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And I’m still honing my exotic dance skills.

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Just kidding. That’s new.

Gallery wall and sex talks

I feel like my house posts have been lacking a bit since the house is now fully-constructed and we are now living in it. It 100 percent has to do with the fact that now when my house is dirty/messy it’s my fault and not the fault of the people building my house with their bare hands. But I have accomplished a few little things, and thought I’d share.

BUT FIRST, LOOK HOW CUTE:

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We are a teensy bit in love with that face. We have taken her to the dog park a couple of times where she managed to get gang-banged by two much smaller dogs (including Milo). Casey proceeded to lecture Tory that she need not sleep around to be popular. So at least we know his parenting skills are on point for whenever we have human kids and want to warn them about the dangers of going to the dog park.

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Her tongue is definitely her best feature.

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Hey, there ya go! A glimpse of our backyard. Just kidding, it’s not a glimpse. It’s the whole thing!

Here is the dog wall. Lucy has taken it upon herself to make sure Tory knows that all areas of the house belong to her. Even Tory’s crate. Tory also feels defeated by the whole thing.

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Here’s a little sneak peek at our new living room furniture. I’ll have to elaborate on it later, though. I would take pictures of its current state, but Casey is lounging, and there are a couple pairs of shoes where they don’t belong. Can’t have that for the debut!

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Casey’s mom came and helped me with my gallery wall a couple weeks ago, and it has started coming together! She used her excellent teacher skills to trace all my frames and other gallery wall items on butcher paper and then cut them to perfection for us to arrange on the wall.

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We spent a good couple hours arranging and rearranging and making sure everything felt right and balanced.

I then used Command strips to hang the majority of the pieces. As you can see, the pieces that required actual nails are still hung in brown butcher paper, because tools aren’t really my thang.

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I still have picture frames to fill as well, but we have time for that!

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Casey was lecturing Tory (yet again) about the beauty of not eating cats. It was a precious moment for all involved.

More house tour later when I get some good snapshots. Although, I have to admit there isn’t much to see just yet. One room is a cat room, which consists of a desk, plastic bins, unpacked boxes, a cat tower and some cats. And the other is Abbey’s (our temporary tenant/friend) room. Since I’m not sure how Abbey feels about me photographing her room for my mediocre Internet presence, here is a photograph from the weekend when we were living it up (aka talking about how we wanted to either A. go home or B. go to IHOP).

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Dogs and cats

I am about to overload your screen with freakishly cute pet photos all snapped within the last two weeks. If the amount of photos I have taken of my pets are any indication of how many I will take of future human dependents, I’m going to need some more storage on le iPhone, knowwhatiamsayin.

I definitely thought we’d still be in hardcore separation mode with the dog and cats only two weeks in, but we can now happily enjoy the same living space most of the time. However, Tory remains extremely interested in all cat behavior, especially when they sit quietly and ignore her. She likes to stick her face in their fur while they hiss and attempt to scratch her eyes out. Swatting her face appears to have little-to-no effect on her, in fact, I’m tempted to believe she actually enjoys it. I have diagnosed her with the typical youngest sister syndrome — she wants to play with her older sisters at all times. The cats have typical oldest sister syndrome in that they want nothing to do with her at all times.

The important thing, though, is that I no longer wake up in the night with nightmares of Tory devouring the cats as a midnight snack. Though, I did have a dream the other night that Casey and I were in the middle of a little kissing sesh and woke up to Tory licking my lips, so ya win some, ya lose some.

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That tongue is something special, isn’t it?

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“Bonding.”

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“Staying as far away as possible.”

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I do still make time for intense cat cuddling so they’re fully aware that this is still their house, and Tory’s just living in it…forever.

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But I have also taken to carrying Tory around like a toddler.

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And making her homemade snacks.

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Tory and Lucy and Molly

So on the way back from Fredericksburg we decided to stop at CAPs in Katy, because…I guess we wanted to be sad about all the animals who need homes? And also maybe we had a small desire to get a dog. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts (uhhh yesterday’s…) Casey is a very hesitant consumer. It took a total of nine test drives and months of reading the same edition of Consumer Reports before he bought the new car. So, I had told myself there was a 90% chance we wouldn’t get a dog and a 10% chance we’d fall in love but be too afraid to commit. But turns out I was super wrong, because WE GOT A DOG.

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Her name is Tory, and she is ridiculously cute which definitely contributed to her getting adopted, but she’s also really sweet. She does like to “give hugs” as they call it at the shelter…it actually means jump on people, but we’re working on that. She’s a year old, so she is already house-trained.

I’m sure you’re all concerned for the cats. Samez. They are pretty much staring at me 24/7 asking WTF IS THIS, MA? But I’m sure they’ll adjust with time. I was slowly introducing them while Tory was in her crate, but today I was brave and just let them all be free at the same time. It seems to be going pretty well, though the cats still remained slightly annoyed that she exists. Lucy has been sure to give a few hisses and throw some evil death glances her way to make sure she knows this is the cats’ house and Tory’s just living in it. However, we’ve all been coexisting in the same room for the past hour and everyone is still alive (contrary to the vivid nightmares I’ve experienced the past two nights), so that’s a plus.

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Such a lady.

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MY HEART!!!! I love this picture. I’ve always wondered what it’s like to have a pet that my husband actually likes. SUCH AN ODD SENSATION!

Proud aunt:

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My new baby:

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So, my Instagram should prove to be a little more diverse. And now people might believe me when I argue that I am not a “cat person,” I’m an “animal person.”

I’ve reread Camp Patton’s “Surviving Three Under Three” to make sure I can handle this. I’m sure Grace would be pleased to know she now has another reader who can relate to her.

Hiking and fancy carrots

I apologize in advance for the amount of selfies in this post. It’s very difficult to get tangible photographic evidence of your anniversary when you’re hiking around in the wilderness-ish. The mutant and I meandered to Fredericksburg for a short weekend getaway to celebrate two years of being hopelessly devoted to one another. We took our time getting to F-burg and stopped at the outlets in San Marcos to do some damage to our bank accounts. It’s amazing how easy it is to rationalize apparel purchases at outlet malls. Even Casey, a very skeptical and hesitant consumer, managed to find some steals.

We had a lovely dinner at a small restaurant in Fredericksburg. Casey couldn’t get over the carrot in our salad. It was shaved extra specially or something.

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It actually kind of looks like fish in that picture, so it’s hard to tell. I suppose my camera naturally just focuses on tall handsome men when snapping shots. CASEY STRANGE SO HAWT RIGHT NOW.

We woke up early Sunday morning to hike Enchanted Rock, and this is where the selfies come into play.

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To be especially corny, I’ll mention that similarly to marriage, the hike was sometimes easy, sometimes hard, sometimes hot and sometimes not. And now that we’ve conquered it, I only remember the good parts. Year two was definitely full of ups and downs, but I really can’t imagine doing life with anyone else. I’m a lucky lucky duck…and sometimes a schmuck.

Oh and also, we returned home with a new family member, but that’s a story for another day (aka tomorrow).