Little Zacchie is still with us. He is a strong little cuss! I am taking him with the rest of the litter to the vet in the morning. Dr. Tim will let us know if he really stands a chance. If he doesn't, Doc may put him down, but I think that if he has made it this long, we should keep trying. Shawn and I feel pretty strongly that he wants to live, so we should let him.
Plus, I have big plans for him. Plans which will be revealed if he makes it, and not before I know.
I'll let you in on it then. ;)
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Still
The unlikely has happened, and wee little man has made it through the night. I can't believe it. I thought he was a goner after my first attempt to feed him. He gurgles and wheezes for a while after eating. But he crawls all over me. He squirms out of his pouch and up my neck, under my hair. Then I can't resist.
"Zaccheus, you come down!"
Cricket is NOT happy at the moment. I thought she might be helpful with the fostering, but she won't come near me when I have him. And she doesn't like the smell of him on me.
Today will be interesting as I have a few errands and church this evening. He will have to come with me. I can't leave him alone for too long because he eats about every two hours. I set my alarm during the night so I wouldn't make him wait, but I needn't have. He woke me up just fine, thank you, with his demands.
FEED ME NOW! I'M STARVING!
I just hope the kids don't get too attached. I'm trying to be cold and factual like the Dread Pirate Roberts. "Good night Wesley. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."
I wouldn't do THAT, of course. But I'll tell the kids, "Good night children. Sleep well. He'll most likely be dead in the morning." This way they think I've pulled off a miracle if he survives another day.
"Zaccheus, you come down!"
Cricket is NOT happy at the moment. I thought she might be helpful with the fostering, but she won't come near me when I have him. And she doesn't like the smell of him on me.
Today will be interesting as I have a few errands and church this evening. He will have to come with me. I can't leave him alone for too long because he eats about every two hours. I set my alarm during the night so I wouldn't make him wait, but I needn't have. He woke me up just fine, thank you, with his demands.
FEED ME NOW! I'M STARVING!
I just hope the kids don't get too attached. I'm trying to be cold and factual like the Dread Pirate Roberts. "Good night Wesley. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."
I wouldn't do THAT, of course. But I'll tell the kids, "Good night children. Sleep well. He'll most likely be dead in the morning." This way they think I've pulled off a miracle if he survives another day.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Zaccheus is a wee little man
Yes, I said IS.
My sister's Yorkie had pups and he is not thriving. All but the runt are double his size, but, unlike the runt-girl, he will not suck. The vet thinks he may have a cleft palate.
He is so tiny she named him Zaccheus. Fitting because although he is so tiny, he is a fighter. She has tried to keep him alive the past five days, but without thriving, the vet says the most humane thing to do is put him down.
But I wanted to try to save him, so I went to pick him up after dinner. If he makes it through the night, it will be a miracle.
I will get up every hour or so and try to feed him. His digestive tract is working. He just cannot wrap his tongue around the bottle. I basically pour formula down his throat and try not to choke him to death.
I am carrying him around in a fleece pouch next to my heart once in a while to keep him warm and stimulated. Other than that, he sleeps in a plastic bin on top of a heating pad and lightly covered with a baby blanket.
If he lives I'll post some pictures.
It's gonna be a long night.
My sister's Yorkie had pups and he is not thriving. All but the runt are double his size, but, unlike the runt-girl, he will not suck. The vet thinks he may have a cleft palate.
He is so tiny she named him Zaccheus. Fitting because although he is so tiny, he is a fighter. She has tried to keep him alive the past five days, but without thriving, the vet says the most humane thing to do is put him down.
But I wanted to try to save him, so I went to pick him up after dinner. If he makes it through the night, it will be a miracle.
I will get up every hour or so and try to feed him. His digestive tract is working. He just cannot wrap his tongue around the bottle. I basically pour formula down his throat and try not to choke him to death.
I am carrying him around in a fleece pouch next to my heart once in a while to keep him warm and stimulated. Other than that, he sleeps in a plastic bin on top of a heating pad and lightly covered with a baby blanket.
If he lives I'll post some pictures.
It's gonna be a long night.
OOO, OOO, Pick Me!
My very talented, crafty friend, Tina, has begun designing blogs for a living. I fully expect her to make lots of money and look back on these days of scarceness with fond memories. You should check out her web design blog.
GO TINA!
GO TINA!
Monday, April 28, 2008
Those we don't speak of
I don't see him very often. He is the elusive creature who, like the ones in The Village, we don't speak of. His name is Angry Shawn. Very rarely he comes and visits. He looks like my husband, but I don't know him well.
Thankfully.
Shawn is usually very mild and laid back. He never gets riled and loses his temper. Well, almost never. Which works around here, because I have a flash temper, and who needs two of those in one house?
My husband came into my room yesterday afternoon when the dreams were circling in my brain like a roulette wheel. They hadn't settled on a single topic yet, but consciousness had ebbed.
He came in to tell me he was going to Best Buy. Translation: "I'm going to get the laptop computer I liked last night."
When we were out the night before I reminded him of the tax free status of the weekend that covered computers. Knowing the money would have to come out of savings, and having not already done his research, he said he didn't want to even look. But after dinner, he said it might not hurt to at least see what was on sale. So we stopped at Circuit City.
Found one we liked, but wanted to look at a couple more places before taking the plunge.
Went to Best Buy. Found an even better one. Mentioned looking in a couple more places and possibly coming back "tomorrow."
Checked at Sam's. Nada.
Came home and did some research online. BB was still looking good. But then he decided to pass on the idea entirely. Shawn doesn't like to buy big things without LOTS of research and he was feeling rushed.
So I was surprised when he came and roused me from sleep. Kissed him goodbye, and told him to wake me when he brought it home. I like my Sunday afternoon nap.
But he never brought it home. Angry Shawn texted me that the sale had ended Saturday night and the manager would not honor the sale price from the day before. Hmmm, maybe they could have mentioned the sale was ending that night.
We told the salesman we were probably coming back "tomorrow." Even asked if he worked on commission so we could ask for him when we came back.
The manager stopped us on the way out the door and chatted with Shawn about why we would leave and come back the next day when the gas prices are so high. Wouldn't we like to save ourselves a trip? Never a word about the sale ending.
So Shawn was pretty steamed. He doesn't like to be jerked around. Good thing I wasn't there. I wouldn't have to blog about it. You would be hearing about me on the news.
All this after having to wait in line to even SEE the computers.
BOTH DAYS!
UGH!!!
Thankfully.
Shawn is usually very mild and laid back. He never gets riled and loses his temper. Well, almost never. Which works around here, because I have a flash temper, and who needs two of those in one house?
My husband came into my room yesterday afternoon when the dreams were circling in my brain like a roulette wheel. They hadn't settled on a single topic yet, but consciousness had ebbed.
He came in to tell me he was going to Best Buy. Translation: "I'm going to get the laptop computer I liked last night."
When we were out the night before I reminded him of the tax free status of the weekend that covered computers. Knowing the money would have to come out of savings, and having not already done his research, he said he didn't want to even look. But after dinner, he said it might not hurt to at least see what was on sale. So we stopped at Circuit City.
Found one we liked, but wanted to look at a couple more places before taking the plunge.
Went to Best Buy. Found an even better one. Mentioned looking in a couple more places and possibly coming back "tomorrow."
Checked at Sam's. Nada.
Came home and did some research online. BB was still looking good. But then he decided to pass on the idea entirely. Shawn doesn't like to buy big things without LOTS of research and he was feeling rushed.
So I was surprised when he came and roused me from sleep. Kissed him goodbye, and told him to wake me when he brought it home. I like my Sunday afternoon nap.
But he never brought it home. Angry Shawn texted me that the sale had ended Saturday night and the manager would not honor the sale price from the day before. Hmmm, maybe they could have mentioned the sale was ending that night.
We told the salesman we were probably coming back "tomorrow." Even asked if he worked on commission so we could ask for him when we came back.
The manager stopped us on the way out the door and chatted with Shawn about why we would leave and come back the next day when the gas prices are so high. Wouldn't we like to save ourselves a trip? Never a word about the sale ending.
So Shawn was pretty steamed. He doesn't like to be jerked around. Good thing I wasn't there. I wouldn't have to blog about it. You would be hearing about me on the news.
All this after having to wait in line to even SEE the computers.
BOTH DAYS!
UGH!!!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Math, Magic, and Miracles
I don't even know how it's possible. There are miracles at work in my house every day. Or maybe it's magic. I'm not really sure. How can it be that two children and two adults can generate this much mess? I don't think it's mathematically possible to go from generally tidy to filthy in less than twenty-four hours. I mean somebody-exploded-a-science-project-and-then-a-tornado-blew-through kind of filth.
WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET PEOPLE TO PICK UP AFTER THEMSELVES????
WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET PEOPLE TO PICK UP AFTER THEMSELVES????
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Sound Doctrine goes global! You heard it here first, folks!
Okay. Those of you who know me, know I love to sing. It is my passion and my joy. So when Sound Doctrine decided to sing a cappella, I was all for it. And the song we chose was a favorite of mine from way back. You can only imagine, or maybe you can't, how excited I was to get the lead for this song. I asked our wonderful, wonderful sound technician to have the video team record us and put it on a CD ROM for me to download. I posted it on youtube, and here it is for you! I am the one on the left.
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