The Pitter-Patter Of Little...

Paws!?!

The Big Birthday Continued:

Yes, two weeks ago, Hunter (actually, all three of my boys) caught me at an extremely weak moment and I consented to get a puppy. Why? Well, partly because I agree with my husband that every little boy needs a dog, but mostly because I've completely lost my mind. Nevermind that we already have two little "puppies" of our own to take care of, or that I'm busy with my little girl's singing group/doing hair/elementary musicals/you name it, not to mention church callings, playdates, joy- & pre-school, and the full-time job it is to manage a home... Or maybe it was because we were able to squeeze in some time to do another show together (finally, after 6 years of waiting!), and I thought, "Gee, life is too boring, we need a puppy." Well, whatever the reason, I finally gave in, and, crazy or not, I think the look on this little guy's face is worth it...

So what if we've lost enough sleep to feel like we have a newborn again? Who needs sleep, really? So what if we're excited when the puppy "only" has three accidents a day? Carpet can be replaced. So what if Sarah-the-neat-freak has to let go of some of her OCD? It's worth it, because now Kyler is no longer the "most difficult" member of the household...

He loves his "Taters" as well. One of my stipulations was that I got to name him. I chose "Tate," because it's my favorite name, but Brett refused it for our kids. So, now I have a dog named Tate ;)

And the boys have a little "Shmorkie" puppy to literally cart around.

Let's just hope this pet lasts longer than the cat did.