I'm ready for my photo shoot!

At least that is what I like to think Jonathan would have said this morning if he could talk. My friend Lorna came over today and did a photo shoot at our house of Jonathan (some with me in them too...) and I am so excited to see how they turned out. With the holidays and being out of town I don't get to see them until next Saturday, but I can have patience!

Lorna is awesome for putting up with the occasional fussiness of Jonny and then of course the whole poop incident. Poor Lorna was holding him for a second when we were getting set up for a naked baby picture and just after she said something like "this is going great, I don't have anything on me." He proceeded to poop on her hand, all down the front of her, and on the kitchen floor. I was so embarassed!!! I promise I have been trying to teach that little monkey that poo is not a weapon to be used, ever, but he doesn't seem to be getting it. Lorna seemed to be in good spirits about the whole thing, but I still felt bad. Little stinker needs a time-out! Thank you to Lorna times a million for putting up with my messy house, fussy/poopy baby, and interesting lighting options. I am so excited about this whole thing:) Friends and family can check her website out here to see some of my sisters photos she has taken and to look for Jonathan's in the future.

The worst part of today though was when I discovered what Reese had been up to outside while we were doing the photo shoot...he had seemed a little too quiet. Andrew forgot to put the garbage cans out on the street last week so they are a little full and when Adrian took out the trash he didn't get the lid closed all the way. Reese managed to start digging through that trash and spreading it around the sidewalk and yard in the back. The bits of plastic weren't that bad, even the paper bits were manageable, but the straw that broke the camel's back was the shredded poopy diapers strewn about. I put the dog in time-out (laundry room) and went outside with a pair of tongs and a bag to clean up the mess. I have come to the conclusion that I do not have the energy to take care of this dog any longer. Andrew practically said "I told you so" when I called him in tears to tell him what had transpired. So as of today the search for a new home for Reese begins. He needs to be with someone/a family that has time to give him lots of attention and help him to find constructive outlets for his energy. I love him and he really is a good dog, but I can't do it anymore. I hope that doesn't make me a horrible person. I feel bad that I wanted a dog so bad and after a year I am giving up :( Although, I know that in the long run he will be better off and I will have less stress. If anyone wants to have him or knows of someone who might let me know. He really is very sweet and fun, just has too much energy for me to handle at this time in my life while trying to care for a newborn. (I'm sure that my mom will be thinking "I told you so" at this point of reading this post, but I don't want to hear it!) Sorry Reese, but your time with us is coming to an end.