Bekham talking with some attitude to his Daddy and saying dada

Mary, stop here and don't continue reading....

We said goodbye to my puppy girl on Thursday, Bekham's 5 month birthday.  She was the most amazing dog that anyone could ask for.  She was the first dog that I have ever owned (ok, Jamie had a dog Jersey that he got when Jamison was born, I hated that dog.  He is quite a champ now, but that's because he was adopted by the RIGHT owner, the boys' Papa.).  She was very well behaved, she was a lover, she was my shadow, she was my friend, and a comfort to me; especially when Jamie was out of town or out all night for work.
We got her when she was barely 5 weeks old, from a guy whom kept her in a kennel in a dark garage by herself after all her brothers and sisters were sold.  She stole my heart from the very beginning.  She bonded with all of us instantly, especially Jamie, to my dismay, I wanted her to love me the best.
When Ellie died, she fell into a depression that we were unable to help her out of.  She became fearful of so many things.  She hid in my closet on top of dirty clothes most of the day and all of the night.  We would sometimes see our Aspen come out of her shell, but those moments because farther and farther between. She became destructive when we weren't with her. Ripping apart a metal dog crate, baby gate, metal doggy door, and chain link fence all within us being gone for 2 hours.  The ripping off the doggy door and chewing apart the chain link fence became a weekly ordeal.
We had listened to a puppy cry for 2 days and it was just too much for her.  She became hysterical even with the kids and I being home. After several visits with the vet, trying the DAP collar (which did not help), we came to the decision to let her go.  I want to regret my decision because I miss her so, so, so much, but her quality of life was gone.  I just have to keep repeating to myself that she is with Ellie again, chasing bees, and being fed kitty shaped biscuits from God.  Then I will shake my head over the fact that I am now left with the doggy I never wanted... Poor Mo!  Baha!

Mason is 6

Mason celebrated his 6th birthday on the 2nd.  He could not decide what to do.  We had it planned to go to the zoo again, but then he decided Sunday that he wanted to go to the Aquarium, oh, but then he wanted to go to Tracy Aviary, and then Wednesday night (the day before his birthday) he decided to have a party, with a pinata.  He wanted it on his actual birthday, but after a lot of tears and pouting, he agreed to have it on Saturday.  We headed over to the party store, picked out his pinata, and went crazy from there.  I'm glad he did the party because as quickly planned as it was, we still had a blast.  Here are some pictures:

The kids in their newly made pirate hats and eye patches

Mason taking the first swing at the pinata

Candy!

Mason's ice cream cake

Mouth full of their takings

Blowing out his 6 candle

Mason's actual birthday!  We had brownies that Mason chose.  Jamison was dying to lite the candle he made at school and what better excuse than his brother's birthday.  We are all laughing about Trae's expression.  Total zone out to the flame.  His face doesn't change in any of the pictures I took while that flame was burning!

Once again, I am finding myself with a million things to blog about with not enough time and way too many pictures!  First lacrosse playoffs.  The boys won their first game, lost the 2nd, and lost the 3rd, thus eliminating them from the competition.  They were pretty upset about their loss, but there is always next year.  The 2nd game we were pretty disappointed in because the refs wouldn't give the boys a break between games.  They sent the boys over to play the 2nd game right after their first, with a team that had been resting for the past 2 hours.  They tried to hang in there, but ultimately were just too pooped.  The games were so rough and the other teams were getting mean, but our boys were willing to step up to the plate.  The 3rd game was an amazing game and they only lost by 1! 

Face Off.  Trae said this guy talked crap to him the entire game. Who's king now?  Oh dang, did I just say that out loud?

 
I think I should be upset with the knee, but it's the same kid as above!

 

 

Team Spirit even with disappointment

• Doors slamming

• Hole in wall

• Mason's hands tied behind his back with string

• Jamison hit in forehead with nerf bullet

• Jamison and friend tied up with rope

• Trae tied up with rope

• Couches moved

• Roman noodles spread through kitchen

• Hot fudge and strawberries found being eaten on my couch with fingers

• Mason falling off curb on bike and smashing the family jewels

• Jamison wearing lacrosse gear as war gear

• Lacrosse stick stolen from Trae and passed around like a ball in a strange game of keep away

• Slip and slides, wind, and cold hose water

• Towels strewn around the yard

• Clothes dropped and forgotten throughout entire house

• Nerf Gun war and when you run out of bullets you just toss the gun at you opponent 

• Dirty boys' bathroom... let's just say the word poop...

• Fighting

• Wrestling

• Arguing

• Whining

• Crying

• Laughing

• Playing

...... Must be a fun filled day of summer vacation in which Mommy and boys alike survived.

A little bit of Uncle Brandon's thumb sucking with a little bit of Uncle Brett's hair petting. Sweet baby bringing back sweet childhood memories. Wonder if we'll have to get Great Uncle Chris to offer him $5 to stop sucking his thumb, just like Uncle Brandon...

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