Friday, August 28, 2009
Check out these links to see the pics she took of Payton:
Saturday, August 22, 2009
This little boy is also reminder of just HOW good and faithful God has been to our family.
Payton, I am so glad God found us you!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Jackson won these Doggles at the silent auction. Hysterical!
Lily-Lu, We thought of you often on Saturday! We love you, sweet girl. This one was for you!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
I am not sure his exact weight, but he finally broke 17 lbs this past month on the bathroom scale. I try to feed him a lot of food, but he is not much of an eater. Maybe he will just be a skinny man. Currently, he gets between 28-34 ounces of formula a day, 1/2 cup of rice cereal, 2-4 servings of vegetables/fruits/meats a day depending on his apetite, a ton of cheerios, and a smattering of cheeses and other finger foods, as well as 2-6 ounces of juice or water. Typically, he looses interest before he finishes anything and he feeds the remaining finger foods to the dogs. He also loves to share his food with me. So cute! I love to see his emerging personality.
Payton continues to love his animals! Carmen has taken a new interest in Payton and he reciprocates. She really wanted nothing to do with him when he was a motionless newborn, but now that he can love on her, she has become his new guardian. Whenever Payton is playing in his play area, she parks herself by the door and Payton talks to her. She also comes to find me and squeaks if he is crying (as if I can't hear him) and will run back and forth between us until I pick him up. Carmen has always been very sensitive to emotions. She hates to see us upset. Lately, I call of the dogs "DOG" in hopes that Payton will pick this up as his first word. He is so close! He reaches out his hands to them and says one of two things: god or agoygd. Keep working, Payton! You will figure it out soon.
In addition to lovin' on his dogs, Payton has really enjoyed his ponies lately. Sally was holding Payton by the gate and he started trying to climb up to get to horses (see above pic). It was too cute. He is such a strong boy. Payton also got his first riding helmet last week. He donned his helmet for a ride on Dan the Man, a huge Belgian, that just came to the farm. He looks so tiny up there, huh? The other nite I sat Payton in front of me on the saddle while I rode Daisy and he really loved it. We trotted a little and he giggled! Hopefully, he will be a natural. I found a lead line saddle that I think we are going to get him for Christmas. He is not quite ready to sit up there with out someone holding on to him.
A close up of the helmet... look how those pearly whites shine! He now has 5 teeth!
In addition to all of his "new and improved" skills, Payton has become a bit of stinker lately. He whines for me if I walk away for two seconds, he reaches for me when other people hold him, he squeals if we take away a toy, he cries when he sees me prepare his bottle, he screams with horror when I turn on the vacuum or the dogs bark loudly, he brushes his food off of his high chair onto the floor, he cries when I change or dress him, he laughs when I say no and crawls faster towards the item, he doesn't want to nap unless I hold him, and he expects me to snuggle with him in the mornings. I know all of this is developmentally appropriate for him, but it sure can be frustrating at times when I need to get something accomplished. Even though he is a little rotten these days, I am so sad to leave him this week when I go back to work. I love teaching, but I love my boy a whole heck of a lot more. He makes the days fly by and he makes me laugh all the time! He is precious and every minute with him is so much more fun than work!
Monday, August 10, 2009
June 28, 2007 - August 6, 2009
Saw-man, we loved you so and will miss you forever. You were our joy. You made us laugh every day. You enjoyed life to the fullest in your short two years on Earth. We only wish there was something more we could have done for you... but we tried our very, very best. I promise.Sawyer's story was dramatic from the beginning. If you want, read this post to learn the Sawyer's whole story. I just cannot retell every detail of Sawyer's medical history over the last two years... it is just too much for me right now. Earlier this spring he began having difficulty breathing...as in anaphylatic shock that paralyzed both of his laryngeal flaps. After 6 weeks of intense medicine regimen, training boot camp to teach him to load on the trailer, and THOUSANDS of dollars in vet bills, we finally got him to the clinic. He almost died 4 times on the trailer just getting him there. Last Wednesday morning he had what is called a tieback surgery to open his airway a bit more so that he could live longer. Everything went great. Then we got a call at 1:45 am on Thursday that he was dead. The vets at the clinic and the vet that completed the necropsy have NO IDEA why he died. The surgical site was fine. Their best guess is that is was a blood clot. He died instantly. The vets that have spent so much time with him are equally as devasted. He quickly won over their hearts as well. We are so grateful for the folks at Blue Ridge Equine Clinic for all they have done for us over these last few months.... late night calls, constant trips to the farm, and many texts. They sure did their part. But unfortuantely, their efforts and our efforts still did not prevent his death.
My heart is so dull at this point and truly, I am having a harder time dealing with his death than Topper's or Lily's. Maybe because he was two... Maybe because he was born on our farm... Maybe because we spent over $15,000 in vet bills over the last two years trying to save him... Maybe because I invested so much time and energy... Maybe because I gave up horse showing this summer to pay for his medical fees... Maybe because this means we have to push our second adoption back a while we build the bank account back up...Maybe because we cancelled several weekend trips to be able to be home to care for him... Maybe because I loved him...Maybe because he was beautiful...Maybe because he was a constant source of humor in our house...Maybe because I feel helpless... Maybe because I feel like a failure... Maybe because he is the third of our four-legged family members to die this summer, the summer of death... Maybe because we thought we had finally saved him by getting him the surgery.... Maybe because he was supposed to be my nice show hunter and Wes' hunt horse... Maybe because I just bought him a new halter the day before that now sits in my trunk as a reminder... Maybe because he was our baby...
The tears still haven't stopped. I am so over this summer.