25.04.07

We were too busy whining and being sick that we forgot to post some new photos of Liam and Mikes family (parents, sister, aunt and cousin) who came down to visit for a weekend a few weeks ago. It’s always a treasure having them here although, it’s never long enough. It was the first time his sister and aunt got to see Liam.

And yes, I’ve changed our template once again and yes, I know it’s girly and has absolutely nothing to do with monkeys so let’s just try to have a sense of humor about it, shall we (Mike…)?

I’ve also changed Liam’s page a little…under recent video you can see him making cute faces and saying his first distinct sound (ba). He also recently started crawling (scootching more like, but he gets around).

I’ve been having horrible nightmares recently. We’ve been having some stress lately with our dog Chani. She’s depressed, not adapting well to the new situation with having an infant in the house and being force to spend her nights on the couch. She developed some kind of bladder inflamation a few weeks ago and had us up all hours of the night needing to pee. The vet has put her on some antibiotics and long term anti-depressents. Unfortunately, now there’s something making her sick at night. Twice this week I’ve had to get up so she could go outside and vomit.

The other night I had this horrible dream involving dogs and puppies. When I woke up it felt like I had spent the entire night with canines. Turbo and Chani were sitting in our sun room waiting for me to open the glass door, except as I stepped closer to the door I realized that there was a mirror image in front of me, two sliding doors side by side. Behind one were our two dogs. Behind the other were our two dogs again except they were beaten and limping, behind them was another large dog who sort of reminded me of those breeds of dogs the Egyptians used. He was also beaten and had two of its legs missing. Later on in the dream I was at some sort of shelter. There were dogs and cages everywhere, yelping and whining. I was frantically trying to tend to them all when I noticed my old art bin from college, the one I used to store all my art supplies in. I opened it and someone had stuffed a bunch of puppies inside there. They were still alive, but they were all smooshed.

Then yesterday I dreamt that Liam was growing metal in his mouth which provided for some really awful images, too disturbing to talk about here. He seems to be going through a teething episode right now so I imagine that’s why I dreamt that one. My mom has always told me about these horrible dreams she used to have, especially after she became a mother and it looks like I’ve inherited some of that. It leaves me feeling so traumatized in the morning.