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We went to my parent's house this past weekend. Saturday and Sunday were pretty normal. My sister did not end up getting pedicures with my mom and me. We went out for shabu shabu for dinner for our anniversary on Saturday night and Jeanette watched Ziva. She had a good time - Ziva did too haha. She also somehow managed to make dinner, babysit my child, watch her own child (a 4 yr old), and bake and decorate a 2 tiered cake for our 7th anniversary. I don't know how she does it but I was highly impressed. Seriously, we were gone for maybe 3 hours.
Speaking of which, Mark and I have been married for 7 years. Holy crap. Seven years ago, we were dressed ridiculously getting married and laughing in Las Vegas while Elvis Presley pronounced us man and wife. For our anniversary, my parents got us a 4 ft tall velvet painting of Elvis. Yep, that is correct. It is all sorts of awesome and amazing and ridiculous haha
On Monday, Cooper escaped from my parents house. The stress of running thru the woods and streets and mountains looking for a little dog was too much. I was hysterical crying when I saw him go running to the cemetary which is where Cody was hit and killed by a car about 10 years ago. Luckily and thankfully Mark caught him and he's okay but it led to a huge fight between everyone. We were all yelling and crying. My mom and I got out a lot of pent up anger and resentment that we've apparently both been holding against each other for the past year. So, while emotionally draining, it was also quite cathartic and I guess a good thing. Who knows, we'll see if anything changes although I'm doubtful.
Back home and back to reality. Ziva is amazing and she keeps "falling with style".. other people may call this taking 1-3 steps but I'm sad that my little peanut is big enough to walk and I'm equally excited and equally freaked out. It's so amazing to think of the little lump she was just a few short months ago. Amazing. That's really the only way to describe the whole experience.
Speaking of which, Mark and I have been married for 7 years. Holy crap. Seven years ago, we were dressed ridiculously getting married and laughing in Las Vegas while Elvis Presley pronounced us man and wife. For our anniversary, my parents got us a 4 ft tall velvet painting of Elvis. Yep, that is correct. It is all sorts of awesome and amazing and ridiculous haha
On Monday, Cooper escaped from my parents house. The stress of running thru the woods and streets and mountains looking for a little dog was too much. I was hysterical crying when I saw him go running to the cemetary which is where Cody was hit and killed by a car about 10 years ago. Luckily and thankfully Mark caught him and he's okay but it led to a huge fight between everyone. We were all yelling and crying. My mom and I got out a lot of pent up anger and resentment that we've apparently both been holding against each other for the past year. So, while emotionally draining, it was also quite cathartic and I guess a good thing. Who knows, we'll see if anything changes although I'm doubtful.
Back home and back to reality. Ziva is amazing and she keeps "falling with style".. other people may call this taking 1-3 steps but I'm sad that my little peanut is big enough to walk and I'm equally excited and equally freaked out. It's so amazing to think of the little lump she was just a few short months ago. Amazing. That's really the only way to describe the whole experience.