Our first Thanksgiving as three!

This year was our first Thanksgiving as a family of three!

It was a wonderful day and we have so very much to be thankful for.

It started with a very happy and smiley boy!

“Okay mom take your picture… oooo what’s that!?”


“Okay I’m lookin’!”


“Look mom it’s my elephant!”


Then we got everyone up and dressed for the day…  I LOVE those ears!


“Whatcha talkin’ about momma?”


Then we watched Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade! 

“Look momma it’s starting!”


“Whoa… that’s really far down!”


My boys settled in to watch it…  It’s amazing how much they don’t look alike… I mean… you would just never know that Ryan was his daddy unless I told you right?


Isaac found his favorite part of Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade.  Tom the Turkey!  (He is sponsored by The Food Network and we do watch it quite a bit!)

“Get in my belly turkey boy!”


“No really, I mean it!”


Isaac took a nap and then was up and ready to eat Thanksgiving dinner… See his shirt?  It says “Baby’s 1st Thanksgiving turkey carrots sweet potatoes peas.”


He and daddy came out to find mommy hard at work in the kitchen… It takes a lot of time and effort to make a tasty Thanksgiving feast without a bit of dairy… Just think about that… no butter, cream, heavy whipping cream, ice cream, whipped cream, milk, sour cream…  It was a feat!


A few hours later they came back to find one tired momma with one monster mess on her hands.


But my turkey came out beautifully!  I couldn’t be more pleased!


Just look at the beautiful bird! 


Sage stuffing with fresh herbs, carrots, parsnips, celery, sausage and a pinch of this and that.  It was amazing!


Roasted garlic mashed potatoes.  I had to make these with olive oil butter and non dairy coffee creamer.  They were pretty good too!


Herb gravy… eh… not so hot… I’m a very bad gravy maker.  Too bad all the cheater packs have milk in them because this is not a strong suit of mine in the kitchen!


Our feast…


Of course there was a home made pecan pie for dessert… not my favorite but the only dessert in my bag of tricks that doesn’t use milk or butter!


Mommy showing off her turkey to her turkey!


“Say hi baby!” (And yes he’s changed into a Star Trek shirt that says “I Just Boldly Went” because he did and we lost his cute Thanksgiving shirt to day old peas… *snort*)


Time for Isaac’s Thanksgiving feast!  He isn’t too sure… 


Does this set up look familiar?  Yep it’s just like his shirt…  turkey carrots sweet potatoes peas

“Okay momma… Give it to me!”


We decided his food for the day would be turkey.  In goes the spoon…. he isn’t too sure…


MIND MADE UP!  NO MORE!!!!  Shortly after we switched back to squash and all was well… the meats will have to wait for a while…  We tasted it out of curiosity and let’s just say I don’t blame him… YUCK!


After dinner we decorated for Christmas! 





Somewhere in there Isaac went down for his afternoon nap and mommy and daddy pulled the wishbone in front of the Christmas tree…


Then we had pie! (Well Ryan had this pie as that is home made vanilla lemon whipped cream on top!)


Ooooo good pie! (And good down time… I’m exhausted!)


Stay away from my pie!


We spent the next few days enjoying each other and leftovers… It was a lovely holiday weekend!  

I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday with family and friends.  Take care!


P.S.  Now I can say it… MERRY CHRISTMAS!



Aufweidersehen little old man…

I know it’s been so long since I’ve written… so much has been going on and the thing that I need to post before anything else is the thing I’ve been avoiding…

Most of you know already through Facebook but I need to write about it anyhow…

We lost Yoda on October 7th, just three months after we lost Gandalf. 

He was just shy of his 14th birthday and he’d been with us for almost 11 years.


I can still remember the first time I saw him…  Ryan and I went to the pound six months before our wedding to pick out a dog…  We wanted to have a dog together and just couldn’t wait.  It turned out to be destiny.




We walked down all the aisles and looked at the small dogs because we knew we would be living in an apartment for at least that first year.   And then I saw him.  He was so shaggy and dirty.  His hair literally dragged the ground all over his body and his fur was brown with dirt.  He was way too skinny and you couldn’t even see his face.  Honestly, you couldn’t even tell he was a pure bred schnauzer, but I knew.  I walked over to him and said,


“Ryan this is the one!  It’s a miniature Schnauzer.” 


Ryan looked at me like I was crazy and said


“No it’s a poop brown sheepdog!  I don’t want that!” 


I told Ryan to look closer and as he approached the cage Yoda stuck his little nose as far through the chain link as he could, so far that he couldn’t open his mouth and licked Ryan’s hand and whined…




That was it.  Boy and dog bonded for life.




We went and asked about him and found out that he would not be released for adoption until Wednesday and I would have to come when they opened and if anyone else wanted him there would be a drawing.  On Wednesday I showed up and there was one other lady who wanted him… I was crushed, I never win anything… I put my name in the drawing and ….. I WON!  The other lady was so mad at me that she actually got in my face and said that some little teenager didn’t deserve to win against her.. I probably wouldn’t take care of him anyway and she stomped out!  I didn’t care I was so happy!




They led me back and let me hold him and then told me his story.




He was approximately three years old.  He had been abused they said, probably hit by a car at one point.  He had a bad hip and coward away from men….  They also informed me that the level of his abuse was unknown however they could tell me that I could take him home today since he did not need to be neutered.  He had already been neutered with a hot pair of scissors.  I can still remember the look on the guys face when he told me this. 


Who could do that to this baby?




Over the first few months he was in and out of the vet a lot.  He was sick and malnourished and just plain beaten down…. But in the years since that time he became the most amazing dog!


Sweet and smart… playful and loving.  He was Ryan’s best friend, my baby, and big brother to a dog that was 90 pounds bigger than him.  He was king of our castle… a precious little life that changed ours forever.




Getting Gandalf made him young again… He was five at the time his ‘little’ brother entered our lives and already slowing down.  Gandalf put new life in him.


They went everywhere together…


Did everything the same…


Our home was filled with images of the casual companionship that just defined these two…


Their world was constant play…


Gandalf’s twilight was the beginning of Yoda’s…  His world was just not the same without his brother…


 …and with a new baby in the house Mommy and Daddy were busy… 


We did our best to include him but it was just too much change…  I think he just wanted to go home and be with his brother again… where they could run together through all the grass they could handle.  No pain in Gandalf’s legs and no sick feeling for Yoda. 


I miss his shaggy eyebrows…


Finding him sunbathing on a cold winter’s day…



I grieve that I will never see him prance again through snow…


Or watch him burst with joy at the first signs of spring after a long winter…  



Look at my funny bunny old man…


My heart aches with the thought that I’ll never again cuddle up to my old man and fall asleep…


Or hear his grumpy old man voice talking back to me…


We woke up in the middle of the night to him wheezing and vomiting… 

(Let me take a moment to say that he got sick right after we lost Gandalf.  We chalked to up to the stress and the change… but it got progressivly worse…)

As the day went on he just got worse and so we took him into the vet…  They did some testing and he had super high liver enzymes and a few other things wrong with him… so much so that they couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was the problem.  He was so sick… They kept him overnight pumped fluids and meds into him and saw an improvement.  So they sent him home the next day…  That very night he was sick again and declining… He couldn’t keep down food, water, or any of his meds…


Ryan and I knew it was time.  We talked to the vet and the consensus was that without hundreds of dollars of testing there was nothing else they could do and with his age and how sick he was they didn’t know if he would recover… 13 was just so old and he was so sick.  So we made, again, an impossible choice to not let him suffer. 

We said goodbye… 


I had hoped over my 11 years of dog ownership to never have to make that choice.  I had hoped they would go in their sleep happy and old. 

We had to make the decision twice in three months. 

And we came home to a home without dogs for the first time in our marriage. 

I said goodbye to my first two sons…  Because that’s what they were to me for 10 years… my babies.


I’ll never forget you Yodaman.  I don’t believe we’ll ever have dogs quite as special as you were to us ever again… 

You can believe what you want but I know in my heart that my babies will be waiting for me in heaven… they’re just wearing tracks in my mansion’s yard and keeping the hearth rug warm…

And frolicking with the angels.


Goodnight sweet prince… We’ll see you again someday… 

One last time…

“Go get your brother!”

Your mommy and daddy