Daddy's Been Reading the Label Again!

My husband, as most of you know, is a pharmacist and so I'm sure he spends countless hours reading the labels on all those bottles he sends out the distinct little window we all know and love. My daughters as most of you know, have been blessed with amazing hair that can stand in all directions at once until tamed by the comb and a lot of water.

Well one night after dinner, our family settled into their usual spots...kids cleared the table I took over the cleaning of the kitchen and Aaron headed upstairs to start the baths. I was peacefully scrubbing away the remains of a delicious dinner, when my ears atuned to wailing and nashing of teeth from the top level of our house. I wondered what on earth is going on in the bathroom. I could distinguish Greta's cry and knew it wasn't pain and from the silence of the others I figured there was nothing to cause me to panic.... I just wondered what all the fuss was. I contiued to wash dishes. Then, I could hear Gage crying something fierce but not pain. So I kept washing. Next came Grace, same sort of holler and finally Gabriel with a zealous cry from the preknowlege of whatever injustice was occurring to the others.

As I was finishing my kitchen detail, one by one my babes came down stairs in fresh jammies and taussled hair. I inquired of Greta what had caused all the commotion, She sobbed..."Daddy washed my hair!" In and of itself, hair washing is almost always Daddy's domain and is usually accompanied by mild resistance unlike the trauma of the night at hand. By the evening, I'm not interested in the things that are crawling in their hair, I just want to crawl into bed. Aaron has some remaining since of duty and so for years the kids actually get clean when Daddy gives them a bath. But this one particular night was a bit more grueling than most.

Curiosity took over and I started upstairs only to meet Aaron half way holding the conditioner bottle in hand. He looks up and says with a smirk, "Did you notice how shiny the kids hair is tonight and how fragrant it is? It says to rinse with cold water to ensure long lasting shine and fragrance." Daddy's been reading the labels again...

Our New Hee-Hee Foo-Foo

Here we are in the field behind our house(see the 12th century castle lichtenburg in the background?) with our latest addition to the clan. Gage calls him the hee-hee foo-foo (hee-hee is horsie and foo-foo is woof backwards). Our horsie roof roof is affectionately called Gustav or Gus and his official name is Bulbus Vom Hause Wagner(see his pedigree at http://great-dane.vomhausewagner.com/prog3/dogs/pedigree.mv?en+19417). He comes from the "anatomy" litter. His name may bring us lots of future stud contracts. Mr. Wagner is a veternarian/Great Dane breeder quite renowned in this area. Gus' German blood lines come from his Italian father and his French mother. He is four months old and is so heavy we cannot hoist him into the back of the Excursion. He is not supposed to jump until he is older so he uses a ramp to get in and out of the car.

Gus is everything we could hope for in a dog and then some...he is so gentle his own bark startles him. The first night home the kids put pillows all around him and slept with the new baby on the floor. He is just like a toddler, wobbly on the stairs, tasting everything he sees and distracted by every little flutter. Unlike our toddlers he doesn't use a diaper and upon his first "little" accicedent I completely validated Gages half horse half dog surveyance. Wow!

We already love Gus and appreciate him for the extra affection he bestows to anyone in his path. We see him growing up with our little cubs who will be off to college when he sees his old age. We hope to have many adventures with our new pal. May God grant him health and safety and lots of bladder control...