I have not updated this blog in months. Life seems to have gotten in the way. I keep wanting to, but then stuff happens, like house buying, and mothers in the ICU, and insane work issues, and husbands losing their jobs, and projectile vomiting. But I need to get back to recording those precious moments in the life of my family that I don't want to forget.
And I can't imagine a better moment with which to fire things back up.
To preface: I recently got my husband a puppy for his birthday. A Gerbarian Shepsky, to be exact. Half German Shepherd, half Siberian Husky, totally cute, and very, very much a puppy. I am sure Mercy the puppy will make many an appearance on this blog in the years to come. She's quite a character. Today, for example, she got ahold of our phone charger and chewed it to smithereens. Sean and I were discussing this mishap when the following conversation happened.
For the record...Matthew had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Mercy ate the charger. He wasn't even home when it happened.
Sean: "Well, the dog chewed up our phone charger."
Matthew: "I DIDN'T DO IT! I DIDN'T LET MERCY CHEW THE PHONE CHARGER!"
Me: "No, Matthew, it wasn't your fault, don't worry!"
Matthew: "Ok, fine. I did it. I'm sorry!"
Sean: "No, Matthew, it wasn't you. You didn't do it."
Matthew: "YES I DID! IT WAS ME! IT WAS MY FAULT! I'M THE ONE!"
Read back over that again. He went from denying it altogether with indignation, to confessing and apologizing for something he didn't do, to indignantly declaring that, doggoneit, it was him!
When you're four years old and the youngest in the family, I guess you do what you have to do to take credit and gain notoriety and a place in the world where you can get it.
Even if you didn't actually do it.