Whew! That’s the feeling friends.
I went to bed at 10p and had to get up at 1a in order to get all of the dogs packed into the car for our day at the airport. In all honesty, I have been dreading it. Not only did I have 9 dogs being shipped at various times between 6a and 3p or an hour plus drive to the airport to get them there the required 90 minutes early…but I also had to take Cohen.
Mom usually keeps him morning that I ship just to keep things simple, but she’s in Nashvegas right now visiting my brother and his wife, Beck, and her brother Denny (whose visiting from OK)
So alas, Co was along for the ride and the very long day that started very early.
And you know? He was a dream.
I woke him up at 3:00a and he sat up, hugged me, and smiled and started jabbering. He talked to the dogs on the drive to Columbus and then was a good sport as I took him back and forth from parking to baggage claim four times, carrying crates. He let me feed the dogs without running off and smiled at the workers, who then in turn, were much nicer than they usually are at 4:30a.
In between 5a and 6:30a we napped in the backseat and kept leaning over and giving me kisses. Mom always points out that he only does that under the cover of darkness: true.
The rest of the dogs were processed at the cargo terminal..we had one going out at 6:30a, another at 10a, and another at 1:30p. He made fast friends there too, telling each person an exuberant “hi” or “bye” as the came and went. He really charmed the young blond woman who was helping us (go figure! *grin*) He flirted with her and then would bury his head in my chest (or down my shirt- just lovely) whenever she spoke to him. It was a riot. If she looked away for a moment, he would break out in squeals and over the top laughter to get her attention- there was no length he woudn’t go to to get her to look. He’s most often a happy kid, but this was a home run compared to a bunt. He was simply WILD for her.
During the break between dropping off Johnny Cash (the name the new buyers gave one of our little puppies- hysterical) and Delta (another unusual name), Co and I had a couple of hours to kill and since it was getting light, I knew there was no way he’d sleep more (even though that’s what Mommy would’ve liked to have done!)
So we went to McDonalds. Now, I saw Super Size me and I am not a fan, but its something that’s open early and was close. It was mostly empty and there was a huge round booth available. Perfect. So I got coffee and he got orange juice and we split a parfait and a hashbrown, which Co was particularly found of.
He was running back and forth on the seat of the booth, giggling and yelling “HI!” to anyone who would give him the time of day. He started saying the same sounds over and over, and I realized he was re-enacting a scene from his Sign Language DVD.. the real person is signing “Stop” and then “Go” while the puppet runs back and forth, stopping and going. “DOP!” he’d yell and then “DO!” I started doing the signs, and he added belly laughing to the running.
That basically continued on and off for an hour. And its the most fun I’ve had in awhile. I snapped a couple of fuzzy pics with my phone for you to see how stinkin’ cute he was.
He seemed so BIG and GROWN UP today, talking and signing and holding the orange juice all by himself (drinking from a straw). Growing up my parents would take us kids on individual “dates” and it felt like that today with Co- only I got to be the emotional, man-haven’t-you-grown-too-fast-parent.
I vowed this morning to not let depression steal one more bit of the JOY of being Cohen Reid McDonald’s Mommy. (remind me of this the next time he’s taken on the spirit of Godzilla and wrecked everything in sight,ok? *grin*)
Being that I have been up 14 hours and am taking care of Joe and Josh for the night while Mom drives back and Dad stays at the hospital with grandma, I don’t have lots of time to blog about deeper things (let’s be honest the depth of my thinking right now is less like “thought” and more like a primitive longing for SLEEP)
but the good news is, I don’t have to cause AUNT DEB posted her first ever blog! You should check it out. From the tone of our conversation on my drive home, I wouldn’t be surprised if she goes on a blogging rampage, so check back. Maybe hourly. (just teasing)
I promise tomorrow to come to the blog rested, happy, and showered (cause I know you care if I am stinky when I blog)