Boogie Goes To The Dentist

I know some people who say they actually enjoy the dentist. I think they're all full of it. Haha. I can't say that I hate the dentist, but it's certainly not my favorite place or number one pick for a fun outing. It made me nervous for Sydni, since today was her turn to park herself in the chair for a quick cleaning; school requires it!

such a trooper!

my little girl is growing up :/

♥♥♥♥♥♥!

Back at home, it was high time the pups got a little cleaning, too. Not their teeth, but bathtime!

dun dun dunnnn... bathtime!

And dinnertime..

main street cafe ♥

I still can't believe Sydni is a] turning FIVE this year, and b] starting KINDERGARTEN this fall. My little mini isn't such a mini anymore! Ahh!

xo | cmd

Things of a Home: Dog Baths & Leather Sofas

When I woke up today next to a big, furry cuddler with her nose in my hair, I realized something:

She smelled like a hamster. I love my dogs, but in the hustle and bustle of moving and everything that came with it, I couldn't remember the last time I gave them baths. It immediately went onto the agenda for this evening, and much to their dismay, it happened. They are clean.

And they were adorable while it happened. I exploited every second I could between soapy hands and the girls doing that whole-body shake that every wet dog does exactly when you don't want her to.

pre-bath...
... looking at me like, "wwwhaaaat did we do now?"

From there, they spent about 10 minutes each looking like sad, soapy little propane tanks on table legs as they took turns standing in the tub being jealous of the other who was just outside. We flipped a coin and Sasha landed first turn..

mawmmmm.. my nose is wet!

stella bella... looking so forlorn!

We somehow completed two baths without getting mom soaked with trying to shake the water out, and while I toweled off most of the excess, I knew I needn't worry about final drying. They are each other's detailers...

clean girls!

They just wanted answers after that. I may have had to do some light bragging with dog treats to coax them both into the bathroom, so I spent a few minutes afterwards on trial about my misleading them to a fake yummy food feast that was actually a scary, sudsy rainstorm.

sorry girls.

Luckily for me, our pups are forgiving souls, and in no time were back to romping around in the living room waiting for Rob to get home.

 

.. And when that happened... we did what every couple does after work on a Thursday: buy a couch.

before & after

before & after

The dogs of course, still jaded about their forced showers, made sure to photobomb our pictures, but they are more a part of our home than any couch will ever be, so I suppose it's fair. Rob on the other hand deserves an award for putting up with me tonight as we [more like I] fumbled our way around the house with the sections of the couch unloading it into our living room. The biggest disadvantage of Rob transferring to Cincinnati is for certain the absence of his friends. He misses them, of course, but on nights like this and a couple other instances thus far, it wouldn't have killed us to have a bit more brawn than I can offer to help move our stuff around. I've managed, sure.. but I'll just say I'm okay not doing this stuff for a living ;)

 

Eventful day, that's for sure.

Tomorrow's FRIDAY! [wootwoooot!] If I'm right, it's gonna be a pretty good day.

 

Let's see if I'm right (:

 

xo | cmd

#TBT | Video Stuff | S&S Pibbles

It's Thursday.
In the world of all things social media and hashtags, it's #THROWBACKTHURSDAY, aka #TBT. In honor of such, here's a dedication to my mom, who saved this gloriously vintage picture of us from my babyhood. This is proof that babies can make anything look halfway cute, including pale yellow pj's. Pale yellow. We match, mom. I love it. Haha. ;) ♥♥♥

#tbt with mom! ♥

On a random note, here is an interesting video I found online; it's photoshop in motion, and I find it intriguing! I have no idea what the lyrics translate to, but it's neat to watch, anyway.

Speaking of videos, I captured a couple quirky moments from the pups tonight.
First, it was playtime with the floppy-eared beauty herself, Miss Sasha:


And then, it was apparently mandatory bathtime:

Poor Stella has turtle-like abilities when it comes to landing upside-down. She's short and stocky [short girl probs, yyyaknow...], so in some instances, flailing and wriggling does nothing to upright a turned tank. In the event there's a Sasha dog in your face holding you down to give you a bath, well... it's best to just let her finish. Hahah. Poor.. poor stocky Stella Bella. ♥

I skipped the gym tonight. Shhhh. I'm freakin' SORE from head to toe, and I haven't taken a day off yet this week, so ... uhhh.... yeah. I'll go tomorrow. Promise.

Right now, I'm going.... to bed.

xo | cmd