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I've discovered something new about me today.  I'M NOT A NATURAL AT DOG REARING.  I've discovered something else about me today.  I take back all the times I self deprecatingly shook my head at people when they would say that I'm natural and good mom.  BECAUSE I AM.  My new dog told me so.

New dog, you say?  Kiera, what's this?  Answer:  I don't know!

Here's the story.  We wanted a labradoodle.  We as in I suggested a dog to Mr Incredible.  Ya know, someone to play fetch with.  Labradoodle- hypoallergenic, relatively mild, kid friendly.  I always wanted a big dog.  So it met the criteria.  Yesterday we go to the pet store, conversation as follows:
Me: Mr Incredible just so you know if there's a labradoodle in there I'll want it immediately.
Him: No, we're going to go through a breeder, not the pet store,
Me: Just sayin.

Lo and behold, there was the sweetest lookin' labradoodle you ever did see there.  (commence whining and my argument why we should get him right.now.)

Until took him out and played with him, that is.

Just a flesh wound.

My sweet little timid, timid, scared of any living thing (potato bugs included) children asked to play with a puppy that was little and sweet.  We chose a little Havanese puppy.  Upon delivery to my arms the pet shop worker said, "this dog is basically dead it's so chill."  

Right. up. my. alley.  Eldest daughter held this dog (!!) for 15 minutes (!!!!).  And then said "I want to buy him."  *heart melting*

Blah blah blah I can't believe I'm giving you all these details.  

cut to the chase next day we bought dog.  Named him Peppy.  

I did my research on Havanese dogs, but maybe not so much dogs in general.  A) You have to take them out in the middle of the night?  B) You have to let them "cry it out in the cage?"  THIS is the point that I'm emotionally detaching myself.  None of my kids "cried it out" in their cribs (and btw, they sleep through the night in their own bed (cept the baby is still in our bed))  But I'll be damned if a dog ends up in bed with me.  I'll be damned.  C) Dogs have "rest time" and "play time."  I thought dogs just laid around all day waiting to harass the mailman.  No?  No.

Needless to say, I'm more tired than I've been in a while.  Although this is the nice type of tired because my body isn't recovering from labor.

Meet Peppy

in all his glory.

With Pep in his step.

what I wore wednesday didn't exactly pan out like planned

Finally after weeks of indecision, I decided that I wanted to be an active member of What I Wore Wednesday, over at Pleated Poppy.  Active as in 2:7 days.  As in I would not've been allowed to participate in any extracurricular activity in high school.  I'M SORRY LINDSEY CHENEY.

Actually, she should be apologizing to me because what the h, lindsey?  Where is What I Wore Wednesday!?!??!?!?!!??!  Turns out I'll have to do my own pitiful, pitiful, so so sad version of WIWW (<-- not world war 1 or 3).

Drumroll: (In other words I'm feeling narcissistic and embarrassed that I really think you care about my clothes.  I'M TRYING TO BLOG EVERYDAY HERE, PEOPLE.)

Tshirt: Jcrew (my friend thought it was a sparkly buffalo on it which made my sparkle love it)

camisole: gap

Jeans: Banana Republic (love because they fit perfectly, love more because they were $12)

Try one:

Try two:

Finally Mr Incredible came home:

shirt: BR

jeans: gap

shoes: awesome pumas

What I didn't wear Wednesday:

And since you waited all so patiently, I'll tell you where I got it.  A garage sale.  From h&m.  But a garage sale.  Did that change your minds?

Narcissism. And don't walk alone on bike paths.

I've said it once and I'll say it again:  Thank God for Wordless Wednesdays.  I started writing about Altemio Sanchez, Buffalo's notorious bike path rapist of 26 years who was finally caught a few years ago and is sharing a cozy ol' time now with his cellmates called Bubba uno and Bubba dos, but then I realized there was no good way to blog about him.  Although I do have to say that I'm not mad or scared, I'm so so sad for him.  I know, my emotions are twisted in that sort of way.  I told my dad that I was so sad for Altemio and he looked at me and asked if I was equally as sad for his victims and their families (he was a killer, too).  silence.  I've already spent too much money on therapy (that's a lie.).  WHOA rein myself back in.  My point of wanting to start writing at him is, ladies, even though he's in jail and everyone thinks that they're in the clear, you're not.  Don't go on bike paths in woods by yourselves, please?  Thanks.

So onto WW.  You know the only reason I'm putting this is to make up for my lack of smarts from yesterday.

In simpler words, I look glamorous throwing my bonneted baby up in the air whilst wearing pearls and sunglasses.  This was 3 years ago.  What this picture doesn't tell you is that you could not see the floor in our apartment, and since laundry overwhelmed me too much I would just make underwear and undershirt runs to Target.

True stories.

Happy Wednesday!  Oh, and don't forget to check in tomorrow because here goes another giveaway!  (I'm easily persuaded)