I Wasn’t Ready For This…

Hi everybody. Well, today is a big day. It’s my little girl’s birthday. I guess she’s not little anymore though because today at 2:09 p.m., she will turn 13. Even as I type this, I want to cry. Don’t get me wrong. I am so happy that she’s grown into a beautiful young lady. I know how lucky I am that she is healthy because there are so many others that aren’t. And even more that don’t make it to see their teenage years. So I am very grateful. And proud. 

I am so proud of her. She has been through a lot. The divorce of her father and myself, my remarriage, gaining a step father and step sister, switching schools, and coping with dyslexia. But through it all, she has been trying to be strong and move forward. And it has not been easy. But she’s keeping her head held high. 

I worked a lot when she was a baby and as a toddler and even though I was home every night, I feel like I missed out on so many things. Things and times that I can’t get back. But on the other hand, I was there for several wonderful moments that I will carry with me forever. 

Like when I came home from work and she would run to me and give me the biggest hug that her little arms could make. Or when she would wait all day to watch her favorite movie at the time, Peter Pan (the 2003 film), until I came in the door and we watched it at least 3 times a day for like 3 months straight.  And of course, there was story time, hearing her first word, bath time, watching her learn to walk, and teaching her to ride a bike. 

There were a lot of great times and even better memories. But even so, I am not ready for this. I am not ready for her to be, dare I say it, a *gulp* teenager…

She rolls her eyes and simply groans, “Mom…..” every time I get emotional about her continual advance in age. But I can’t help it. She’s my little girl. My first born. My monkey. And I can’t help but get teary eyed every time I think about how much she’s grown, every time I look at her baby pictures, or watch the hours and hours of videos that I have taken of her over the years. 

Maybe I’m just being crazy or silly but I’m sure I’m not the only parent to feel this way right? I’m not the only parent that wonders how in the world their baby got to be in their teens almost over night. How did my little girl go from this  

    
    
 
  to this so fast?  

   
I don’t know how it happened and I am so NOT ready for this but no matter what or how old she gets, she will always be my little girl. Happy birthday. I love you Hailey Grace. 

Shaving A Shih Tzu…..

Hi everybody! It’s summer time and you know what that means. Hot, hot, hot. Everyone attempts to stay cool. Now it’s your job to keep your pets cool. Like giving them cold water to drink, keeping them inside when it’s too hot to be outside, and maybe even giving them a haircut if their hair is long. But….have you ever tried to shave a Shih Tzu? 

 

Well believe me, it is hard work. The best thing, of course, would be to take your furry friends to the groomer.  
 

However, when you don’t have the $65-90 per dog to do that, your only choice is to do it yourself. It takes a lot of time and patience. And don’t forget good clippers.  


    
 

Most dogs generally don’t like being groomed and they would much rather run for the hills.  

   
Take my two for example:

 

Now Tucker tries to run as soon as he sees the clippers emerge from their case but finally realizes that it’s going to happen so he might as well just go with it. 

But Dylan on the other hand… 

 

He tries to run before, during, and after getting shaved. I guess he thinks that if he keeps trying to get away, it will eventually pay off. Wrong…

Shih Tzus have a lot of hair. A LOT. And it’s thick too. When you finally get through that dense mass with the clippers, you will probably have a pile similar to these. They may not look very big but keep in mind that they are about 5-6 inches deep in the center: 

   

  
Next, it’s bath time!   

 

Here again, my dogs are completely opposite when it comes to baths. Tucker tries to flee the tub while Dylan just takes it all in. Afterwards, Tucker just wants a good old fashioned towel dry but Dylan likes to be pampered with the blow dryer… 

   
Now that their baths are over, it’s time to let them go enjoy their new hair do. Or not…  


    
Well they may not be real happy right now but I know that if they could talk, when it’s super hot this summer, they would both give me a big, loud  

   
  Which I would of course take as: “Thank you and we love you too. “