41 Weeks, Blog Post #100 - Life from a different perspective

September 26, 2011
By: A NEW Guest Blogger

A totally new guest blogger has agreed to write for our 100th post milestone. It is presented unedited, so reader discretion is advised.


I had it so good, and now it's gone. Noise all the time, being roused from my favorite spots. Not being able to eat in peace. F&%$ my life.

Before going any further, I suppose I should introduce myself for those who have not had the pleasure of me humping your leg, er, making my acquaintance. They call me Meigs, and I am the labradoodle living with Matt and Cyndi. Yeah, I'm part poodle but don't let that fool you. I sound like a mean SOB from the other side of the front door (nevermind that I slink away faster than you can say "Who pooped on the carpet?" when you walk in the door). I'm generally pretty lax but lately.... well, we'll get to that.

Those first few statements can accurately summarize my last few months as a dog. You know, when the twins first came home from the hospital, they made a little noise, but other than that, I could not care less. They had the same lifestyle I had adopted: eat, sleep, poop. But now that those two are mobile, I practically have to sleep with one eye open. For example, I have a great spot under my kitchen table which I have claimed as my domain from the beginning. It's protected on all sides except one from intruders, and everyone else seems to respect that. Not Tyler and Zach.

Here's how a typical morning goes: There I am, chilling under the table, and here comes one, maybe both, dragging themselves across the floor until they are just inches from my paws. Here come the little hands, grabbing and pulling without regard to my tranquility . Ugg, ok, I guess I'll get up. Whatever, I'll just go over to my bed underneath the TV. Shit, it's 830am and I've been up for an hour - time for a nap of at least 2 1/2 hrs. I close my eyes for just a few minutes, and boom, here comes the other one looking to take a handful of my fur as a souvenir or something. I mean, I know my fur is soft and luxurious, but that's mine, man! Unless I'm getting a belly scratch or butt rub, I'm not interested. Keep your hands to yourselves.

I'm well aware of the pecking order around here: Meigs = bottom. I know this because after Matt gets up, he gets the twins' food ready and then goes to gather them from their nursery, brings them downstairs, and they get their bottles. Hello?!? I have not relieved myself in like 11 hours! More importantly, I gotta find out who has been doing their business all over MY property. And hey, there may have been some fine tail roaming through the yard while I was busy doing, uh, whatever it is I do all day. (Disregard the fact that once I do go outside it's not like I expunge my waste with great haste. I often walk, sniff, walk, sniff, fake like I'm going to pee, then my ADD kicks in and I'm off to the next smell before I'm able to get a drop out.)

So after the morning is spent dodging those two, I'm feeling a little famish and remember I heard the sound of kibble hitting my bowl a few hours back. Sure, I'll go get some breakfast. Halfway through my meal, which I am scarfing down because I know what is about to happen, I feel someone trying to grab at my tail. WTF, brah? I let you eat in peace, how about extending me the same courtesy?

I must admit though, it is not all doom and gloom when T&Z are around. Licking their faces has become favorite pastime, and I think them eating solids is going to result in a goldmine of dropped food for me. I've already been getting some of those little puffs things and a few bananas covered in Cheerios - almost as good as the Goldfish that seem to continuously drop from the table. Bring on the handfuls of mashed potatoes and pieces of filet!

All in all, I have a great life -- it used to be a fantastic life when it was just the three of us, but I guess there's no going back now. I do look forward to them throwing me my ball and rope and chasing them around the yard.

Now, as your reward for making through my rants, pictures of me!!

Relaxing in my corner under the table

Oh yeah, picture of me for once!

Double Teamed?!  Really Guys???

And again, I was relaxing on my a/c vent and here he comes ...

A walk to the park ... I love going for a ... WALK!

40 weeks old & our 99th post

By Cyndi
September 19, 2011

The past week has been quite hectic.  Matt worked overtime one night and  since the boys are officially army crawling, it doesn't leave much time left for anything.  Tyler is more adventurous that Zach, but they are both moving around the main level every time they are left to play. 

We are still waiting on the 2nd top tooth for Tyler to break and Zach has had zero progress since last week, except for both being fussy all. the. time.  Thank goodness we had a visitor this weekend who we love to have around.  Jason was training in Delaware past week and took the train down to spend the weekend with us.  Since it is so much easier when I have a second set of hands, I actually accomplished things during the day while Matt was at work.  We went out to dinner both Saturday and Sunday night.  Saturday night we went to Dogfish Head Alehouse and let's just say, Zach was a little tired after two one hour naps instead of two 1.5 hour naps.

Tyler & I

Zach enjoying his dinner :)  (Yes, we cleaned the table very well prior)

Zach a little while later.  Call us bad parents, but he was comfortable & quiet.

On Sunday, the boys had a special treat of watching a little football.  At least they sat all by themselves for the few minutes they were allowed to watch.

Thanks for visiting Jason ... come again soon!

And since our next post will be #100 ... a guest blogger might be making an appearance. 

39 Weeks Old, 2*2=4, again?

By Cyndi
September 13, 2011

We are teething again in the Alderson house.  Let me be honest.  It is not fun for them or me.  They are fairly whiney and just not super smiley happy babies, like normal.  Tyler is feeling the most teething pain with BOTH front teeth on top.  Once again, we do things in twos. Firrst it was the two bottom ones at the same time and now the top ones. One you can see and the other is very swollen and only a few days behind to break through.

When they aren't whining, they are scooting, slowly!  They are not doing it all the time, but when we have a toy to entice, or Meigs in a somewhat nearby location, off they go!  On Saturday, Tyler made it to Meigs' favorite spot under the kitchen table and started grabbing at his paws.  Meigs ignored it for a minute and then got up and moved.  Zach did the same thing, but entered Meigs' zone on his bed.  I do feel bad for Meigs, because he has NO idea what life will be like once these guys really start moving!!

We had a fun bbq, hosted with the Isaacs, over the weekend.  We estimate 30 adults and 10 kids.  It was crazy and I didn't take one picture since I was busy holding a kid & hosting!  Boo ... I need to improve on that because we have been lacking in pictures recently.  Sorry all.

Enough from me, here are the shots from today's 9 month photo shoot ....

Hi Meigs!

9 months old TODAY!

Oh ... and would anyone like some water?

Zach threw his sippy on the floor to bother Meigs, so Tyler pick it up and wanted to drink from both!

38 Weeks Old

By Cyndi

September 6, 2011

I'm not much in the mood to write, as it is cold & rainy out, along with half of my right foot is numb after having an ingrown nail removed this afternoon.  

As we get closer to our 9 month pediatrician visit, I had two goals in mind for the boys:  to sit up and look like they want to crawl.  Sit up, CHECK.  Yup, that's right.  They can both sit up for minutes at a time.  Now, they still topple over randomly, but they are doing great and loving the new toys that they can sit at.  Crawling is very very close.  There has been forward movement, via army crawl, for both, but not consistently.  It is only a matter of time.  Until then, Matt and I will enjoy a few moments of sitting down, since soon we will be chasing them and laughing as Meigs runs away.  

Look at us!!

Huh, wonder what's under here ....