You're Calling Him WHAT?

Baby has a name.  Jasper.  I kicked and grumbled and opposed the parents choice of a name until I was out of breath.  Then I conceded and now...  

when I hear the name I see my tiny Christmas angel (Below)  

We can't wait for Jasper to come home from the hospital and be a part of the family.  But in the meantime his brother Jake is taking care of business.

Dear Diary,  I am not dead.  Just exhausted.  This new Christmas toy got the best of me and I am resting up.  Tomorrow, revenge!  Gracie.

White Christmas

MERRY white CHRISTMAS!

From our House to yours!

A NEW HOME?

Look what Santa Brought!  

He was delivered by emergency 

C-section at 3:45 AM this morning and weighs 5 lb. 7oz.  

Mommy and baby are doing well.

Welcome Grand-Angel #4

 (no name yet). 

Dear Santa,

If what I'm hearing is true, I would like a new home for Christmas.  The last 2 Cookie Carriers are not exactly Cockapoo friendly. Jake, the wild child, chases me and Summer the curious one, has this fascination with my ears that keeps me on edge when she's around.  Is it really true that you brought Jake the wild child a new baby brother?  SANTA!  WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!  Hey, maybe I could live with you? You get lots of cookies for Christmas, right?  Probably enough to last all year long, right?  You have reindeer that I could intimidate, lunge and bark at, right?  And Mrs. Claus likes little dogs like me, right?  Just an idea.  Your furrrend Gracie.