Baylor got fixed this week. No wandering man dog for us this go around! The kids have been so funny about his surgery. Tiki is so confused as to why we would do that and often looks at me when he asks "why?" with a weird fear in his eyes like we may do it to him some day. Gabby said, "he got hes balls cut off!" Hysterical (and inappropriately worded for many of you readers out there, sorry, welcome to our home)! He hates the Cone of Shame (as do all dogs, I think). He just looks so humiliated. The first two days were so funny because he would lie on his bed and just whimper. We googled to see if he was in too much pain and learned that he just needed attention. So true! Big baby! (Kind of reminds me of when Andy got "fixed.")
The grief of a stepmom. This post has had so many titles: The Invisible Grief of a Stepmom, The Silent Grief of a Stepmom, The Lonely Grief of a Stepmom. . . the grief of a stepmom is like no other grief because it feels so homeless. My stepson died a few weeks ago. Marc and I have only been married eight months and Mackay, my stepson, lived in NYC and we rarely got to see him (he didn't get to come to the wedding or Cabo and didn't stay with us when he came to town), so I didn't have much of a relationship with him. So there is a weird layer of loosing someone I hardly knew and I feel like that is the layer that makes the most sense to everyone. While the family was mourning, I was the one organizing all of the meals coming in from our wonderful friends and neighbors, I was cleaning up one meal and setting up for the next. I was keeping the house in order and making sure Marc was able to surround himself with the friends and family he needed to make it through the
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