Saturday, March 31, 2012

New Title

So I've decided to change my blog of up a little bit.  Not only will you be reading stories of Cora, but also of our lives.  Trust me, if I didn't live it, I wouldn't believe it most days.  You just can't make up stories like some of my days lol.

Trooper (my 12-13 year old rescued mutt) decided that he want to take a jaunt the other day.  Trooper likes to dig.  His newest hole was (yes was...I'll get into that part) by the gate.  One of our gates bows out a little bit and Trooper, being his ingenious self, figured out that if he dug there he could get the gate to give way and squeeze his body out.  Yup, my genius dog....thank God that he didn't get stuck and squished.  I caught on to his trick and tricked him. I put a heavy cinder block in front of the gate. I even told Paul about it and explained why it was there.  So I get home from picking up Cora, change into my running gear, get Cora loaded up in the jogging stroller, strap on my head phones and off Paul, Cora, and I go.  Unbeknownst to me, Paul had moved my cinder block.  Yup, you guessed it.  Trooper figured out that his escape route was he took it. 

We got back from our jog and Paul went out back.  No Trooper.... So he comes in and tells me, "I can't find Trooper.  He's not out back.  I think he got out."  My response was "Did you move the cinder block?"  Commence blank look, then light bulb going off over Paul's head, "Yes."  "Did you put it back honey?"  His response, "No."  My reply, "Then I can guarantee he's out".  So I grab the Blazer keys, leave Paul with Cora and set out.  I knew his path...I'd went looking the week before, so I new his path....or so I thought.  I made three trips around our neighborhood, asking everyone I saw if they had seen him.  I venture back to the house, Paul sets out.  I start calling pounds.  First one, no answer.  Second one, jackpot.  A lady had been walking one of the adoptable dogs and an older tan dog with a red collar jogged right up to her.  She said he was tired and thirsty.  So, I immediately find out their location, call Paul (and get no answer), put Cora in her car sheet, and venture out.  I again call Paul...."I spoke to a lady at Feeder Supply.  They found a tan dog, with gray in his muzzle, and a faded red collar.  I'm going to check and see if it's him."  His response, "Why didn't you call me?"  Gee honey, I didn't think of that....derh!

Upon arrival at Feeder's Supply, I'm shaking, Cora is crying, and well I'm shaking lol.  I walk back to the cage area and there is my old fart.  Laying in an air conditioned area, breathing heavy, and just hanging out.  Like "Mom, I knew you'd come get me and drive me home. I'm so tired!"  Ugh!  This dog would have about 4 lives left of his 9 if he were a cat.  So I go in and love on him and check him out.  I call Paul and say come get him you have his leash with you.  From what I can figure, Trooper had been out for most of the day, apparently got lost and was trying to find water.  He had ventured at least 2 miles if not more.  I'm so thankful that he didn't get hit by a car! 

Yup, that was my Wednesday evening for about 2 hours.  So much fun in the Lenfert household!   

Saturday, March 10, 2012

4 Months, 19 weeks and RSV....

As I type this blog, I have a helper.  She is squirmy, adorable, slobbery, and well just plain fun! 

Cora turned 4 months old on February 27th!  At her doctor's appointment on the 28th she was 14 lbs 6 ozs. and 25 inches long.  She does amazing things every day and her pediatrician is amazed at the muscle strength that she has.  She is an absolutely amazing little girl who is growing very fast.   Since we had just seen the pediatrician 2 weeks before for her 3 month check up, it was a quick visit.  Cora had 2 shots (one in each leg) and then an oral shot, which I'm pretty sure she spit all of it out lol.  Dr. Howell said she was doing great with breast milk.  She said we were going to hold off for as long as possible until we start baby food.  I'm a happy momma!  Our goal is 6 months with nothing but breast milk.  Hopefully we make it that far!  Then we will start cereal/rice whenever Dr. Howell says or when Cora wants to lol.

On March 6th, Cora started coughing. What I thought was a small head cold, soon because so much more.  By Thursday, on her 19 week birthday, she was a little run down but still her smilely, silly self.  Then our babysitter informed us that two kiddos had RSV...needless to say momma was on the phone as soon as she had cell service to see if I needed to get her checked out.  The nurse (whom was absolutely amazing!) said that we should get her looked at since she is so young and has a cough.  The test for RSV is simple, they stick what looks like a pipe cleaner up your child's nostrils and swab.  Cora hated it!  The test normally takes 15 minutes for the results to show up, we waited 3.  Positive.  My baby girl was sick.  So home with went to hide from everyone as not to pass it on.  On Friday, things got scary.  Cora decided that she didn't want to eat much.  After a phone call to the doctor to find out what to do, my amazing father brought us some pedialyte. After all, we were contagious, so we weren't going anywhere.  Antibiotic, infant Tylenol, and pedialyte that's what Friday consisted of.  Happy Birthday momma! 

Today, March 10th has been so much better.  As I continue to type this, my squirmy monkey continues to amaze me.  She is currently trying to eat my arm lol.  If she was so stuffed up and didn't cough now and then, I wouldn't think she was sick.  She took her medicine like a champ, only spitting out a little, she's been eating like her normal self, and playing like crazy.  She takes a lot of naps but when she wakes up, it's go time lol! 

 Poor Tito!

Our trip to Indianapolis to meet Mommy's November Mommas and Cora's birthday buddies!

Well, that's all for now.  I need to go find a towel to wipe the drool off both of my arms...God I love this girl!