


It’s hard to believe that my baby’s turning six today. And even harder to comprehend that I’ve been a mother for six years.
My little man has changed my life in so many WONDERFUL ways and, I hope, prepared me for actually caring for a “real” human baby. I guess, we’ll soon see if that’s true. As a puppy (and even sometimes now too), Divot cried, whimpered, and whined and pooped, peed, and threw up. Once, I cleaned up a laundry room full of ankle-deep vomit. And even replaced the vinyl in that same laundry room after he tore every single piece of it off the floor (separation anxiety was rough for him!).
As a new mom (with my nose plugged with toilet paper), I loved him even as I cleaned up his messes. I took him outside to do his business even when it was raining or hot as HELL! I took him to the vet and paid for his heartworm and flea medicines even when I really couldn’t afford it. I took him with me on vacations even when it wasn’t convenient (or asked the twins to baby sit-thanks Kate and Cori...you girls really are his “second mothers”).
He was my best friend when I felt like I had no other friend in the world. He was the man in my life when I swore off all other men. He’s licked my tears, my smiles, and my ice cream cones (gross, I know…but I LOVE THIS KID!). He (after some time) accepted the (other) man in my life and truly has fallen head over heels for my husband.
Since this is Divot’s last birthday as a single child, I plan to make it extra special. Though nothing will top his first birthday “Weenie Roast,” with his Clifford The Big Red Dog gigantic balloon and cake with the picture of me holding him from our first day together, today I’m spoiling him more than usual.
I woke up early this morning to snuggle with him in bed and sing him his favorite songs, inserting his name whenever possible. He got a treat before his breakfast. After work, we’re taking him to Super Pets to pick out a new toy. We’ll let him swim in the pool with us this evening. He’ll get to eat human food for dinner (probably a hot dog…my hot dog loves hot dogs!) and we’ll treat him to some doggy ice cream for dessert.
Spoiled? Yes. Deserving? Absolutely!!!