The Kitten Sitch

I got a call from Justin on Sunday evening.  He was down at the shop getting things prepped for the work week.  "We don't want a cat, do we?"  I reply with, "No.  Who's getting rid of one?"  He tells me that he found a tiny kitten under the shop, describes to me what it looks like, and ends with 'it's really cute'.

When he and I went back down there later that night, we couldn't find it.  Justin even crawled through the bottom of the building, looking.  He's an animal, himself.  :) 

On Monday, after I laid Reese down for a nap, I headed down there and found this sweet baby sleeping on some 2 x 4's.

I brought it back up to the house, but quickly took it back, once I thought of its poor mother missing her baby.  (Even though we have yet to spot a cat.)
I checked on it throughout the day and even bottle fed it some milk.  By the way, if there was any baby itch living inside me, it totally got scratched!

After Davis' game last night, we walked back down there and brought it to the house.  I was up all night, worrying about this little guy.  It can't be more than 2 weeks old and I know it needs constant care right now.  i.e.  q-tip stimulation at its privates to make it use the bathroom since Mom's not around to lick it.

I posted an ad on Facebook and immediately got a response.  Its going to a home where really experienced animal people live and I know it'll be well taken care of.  But it'll definitely be missed around here!

Spring Break And Easter

Too late for this post?  Don't care.

Monday: Played outside with the kiddos all day. Justin took Davis down to Eva's to play after he got home from work.

Tuesday: My girlfriend, Crystalle, brought Jake (and her precious newborn, Lily) over to play with Davis for a couple hours. That evening, I took the kids to my mom's for dinner and helped her spray off her patio furniture since they're moving back into their condo this week.

Wednesday: Ran errands. Chilled out (which really just means 'the kids made huge messes all over the house for me to clean up). Went to therapy.

Thursday: Justin's dad, Pow Pow, hung out at the house all day. Him and Davis worked goofed off outside for a while. Went to therapy. Pow Pow took Davis to his house for the night.

Friday: Pow Pow and Davis went to his property in the mountains to fish all day while Boogs and I went shopping.

Saturday: Yard work.  House cleaning.  Impromptu egg hunt in the backyard with the neighbors. Naps. Park. Grocery store. More napping. Then, we cooked hot dogs and 'smores by the fire in the backyard with the Greens, Prices, and Styles Family. I was such a blast chatting with the girls and watching the swarm of kids run around. Tux even hung out! I was so proud that he didn't run off or hate being around so much chaos.

Sunday:  Davis woke up super pumped.  He immediately started running around the house, looking for whatever the Easter Bunny left him.  Boogs, naturally, lolly-gagged behind.  We went to my parents' condo later that day for pool time, delicious food (duh), an egg hunt, and water gun fight on the balcony.

Wew To The Hew!

We just conquered one of Davis' challenges!  He just tested out of speech therapy and no longer qualifies as needing it!  This is such big news!  I'm so proud of my Wooder!  I can remember back, about 3 years ago, when the therapist was talking to us about him needing a machine to talk for him at school.  And now look at him!  Praise God!

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My Third Child

If you live on my planet (or anywhere near it), you know at least a little about how much work our new dog, Tux, has been over the last 6 weeks. 

As a precursor, I will say that, as of right now, he's doing great.  Getting healthier, more energetic, and smarter cuter by the minute.

The first day we brought him home, he started peeing blood.  First vet visit:  UTI and antibiotics to treat it.  That did nothing, but eliminate the foul smell.  Second vet visit:  Prostititus, antibiotics to treat it and an urging to have him neutered immediately.  Third vet visit:  Neutering, vaccinations.  Fourth vet visit:  Stronger dose of antibiotics (still peeing blood), stomach soother stuff (pooping blood now, but tested negative for parasites at first visit), and probiotics.  Fifth vet visit:  New place.  Last resort.  At this point, all symptoms still exist, but now he's going 24-48 hours without eating or drinking ANYTHING and vomiting.  Full blood panel, urinalysis, fecal exam.  Findings--really bad urine infection (duh) and completely infested with whip and hookworms. 

We came to our own conclusion that his poor immune system was shot out between the infection, parasites, and immunizations smack in the middle of it all.  And this probably explains why the antibiotics weren't working.

As of today, parasites have been tackled and eliminated.  Normal poo-poo for the puppers!  And he's on Day 2 of a super, duper strong expensive antibiotic for the pee situation. 

Personality wise, he's still pretty skiddish and nervous.  He's terrified of our garage, his leash, our cars, almost everything in our house, etc.  He doesn't know anything, either.  Commands like 'sit' and 'no' and 'get down' are completely lost on him.  You can tell he's never been an inside dog.  We plan to work on these issues once he's all better.  He's really attached to me, though, since I spend so much time with him.  It just makes us hopeful that he'll come around with the rest of the 3095ers.

A Nunley Wins And A Nunley Loses

Davis had his first baseball game on Saturday.  The Rangers took their first victory and my sweet boy was awarded the Game Ball!  For his very first 'real' game he had a base hit and RBI.  The coach teared up as he explained why Davis was deserving of the ball.  It was such a special moment; one that we'll never forget. 

So fired up...

Family and friends that came to support their favorite Little Man...

Pep talk before the game...

Mr. Right Fielder...

Up to bat...

 He was tagged out by the pitcher, but passed the 'pitcher tagging out' territory, so we're calling it a base hit...

 Boogs picking flowers...

 

...and giving them to Big Bro...

Davis and Coach Dadda in the dugout...

Giving the 'losers' high fives...

The Game Ball...

Danielle and I lost our first tennis match of the season.  We played the best we've ever played, though, and, as always, had a blast.  The score was 6-2 (us), 6-4 (them), 6-4 (them).  Not bad considering we had only practiced once (me) and twice (her) since last season!

Charleston...

...was a blast!  My mom and I had such a great time bonding, laughing, eating, drinking...

Thursday:  Arrived at our hotel around 7.  Freshened up, poured ourselves some to-go wine cups, and headed to a steakhouse/seafood restaurant where we split a Greek influenced sampler platter and bottle of wine.

Friday:  Mom was in a fertility conference until noon.  (My mom is a nurse at ACRM, an infertility clinic and IVF center)  While she was doing that, I roamed around downtown and walked through the Market.  Once she was done, we walked to Fuel for lunch.  Then we headed back to the hotel to get ready for a work cocktail hour.  Had apps and drinks and watched some live music on the water.

Saturday:  Another conference.  Then, lunch and shopping.  And dinner that evening with some drugstore pharm reps. 

Sunday:  After her last conference, mom and I headed home!

I didn't take many pictures, sadly...