Our poor Edward, the German Shepard who came to us after a life of starvation and abuse, was hit by a car a little less than a month ago. Today he went to the veterinarian and underwent an extensive and expensive procedure that included the chiseling of the ball on his femur (leg bone). Not only did the vet. accidentally break another bone in his leg, but also had to wire it back into place, resulting in a longer healing period.
My little sister, Ava, is Edward's biggest fan. He sleeps on her floor every night to keep the boogie man and under-the-bed monsters away. Tonight has been a tragic event in the Johnson household. It is currently 9:46pm and Ava is continuing to wheap about how much she needs, misses and loves our dog.
"He will never come back," Ava said.
"Yes he is, he will be back in a few days," mom said with concern in her voice.
"No, I mean never but I know in a few days," Ava replies with certainty.
They continue to casually converse on the topic and eventually Ava decided she could use her charm to cajole her way into catching "a few minutes" of TV time before bed.
I knew those brown eyes would get her places.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
You May have seen us on TV?
Okay, let's be honest, I wasn't actually talking about my family when I say you might have seen us on television, but the title caught your eye, right? What I mean by this is if you have ever channel-flipped at 8pm and came across ABC Family's series, "Modern Family," you might know what I am talking about. If not, I welcome you to my life of chaos AKA life of a modern family. The series on TV is a comedy that nearly everyone can relate to in some way or another. It shows the good, the bad, the ugly and most of all the humor that comes along with being a part of something so miraculous. Viewers get to watch the families grow, learn lessons, make confrontations and most of all we get to see them become connected in ways some families lack in this day-in-time.
I am a lucky one. I sometimes think back to the days when I was an only child, the days where Christmas and Halloween were all about me and making me happy. To be honest, I wouldn't change a thing. This past Christmas was something new to me. I have a ten year old brother, three and a half year old sister and another two and a half year old brother. The best part about this year's Christmas celebration was watching the younger children open their packages of Nerf swords, Moon Dough, matchbox cars and video games to see the light in their eyes when thinking about the magic that made Christmas possible. It wasn't about what I recieved anymore, it was time to grow up and realize that it is their turn to have the spot light.
There is Parker, the ten year old brainiac who notices small details and never recieves less than an A on nealry every school assignment. His coorkiness brings laughter and sometimes annoyance to the house but nomatter what people tell him or how they react, he will conitnue to be 100% Parker. There is Ava. "Oh dear," are two words to describe this child. She is three years old, going on 18. Her phrase of the week, "OMG I broke a nail." She watches way too much TV, that is a fact. Her big brown eyes gets her nearly anything and her soft voice saying, "Mommy and Daddy, I Yove you so so so much," is to die for. Then we have Brayden, the runt of the crew. He has semi-wavy blonde hair and tan skin. He looks like a future "Surfer-Dude," in my opinion. Brayden has trouble with speech, which is common with littile boys. His mumbo-jumbo mixture of words confuses and sometimes thrills us. He has an obsession with electronics such as the iPad, or "I-Pahhh," as he calls it. He also enjoys dancing, dancing naked actually. EVERY time he gets out of the bath he wraps up in a warm towel, sprints into the living room, opens his towel to reveal his tiny little hips swaying back and forth with his face lit up. Brayden is just Brayden and thats all there is to it.
If you continue to read this blog, I am going to tell the stories and adventures of my daily and not-so-avergage life. You never know, maybe someday you might actually see us on TV ;)
Goodnight world, Brooke Johnson
I am a lucky one. I sometimes think back to the days when I was an only child, the days where Christmas and Halloween were all about me and making me happy. To be honest, I wouldn't change a thing. This past Christmas was something new to me. I have a ten year old brother, three and a half year old sister and another two and a half year old brother. The best part about this year's Christmas celebration was watching the younger children open their packages of Nerf swords, Moon Dough, matchbox cars and video games to see the light in their eyes when thinking about the magic that made Christmas possible. It wasn't about what I recieved anymore, it was time to grow up and realize that it is their turn to have the spot light.
There is Parker, the ten year old brainiac who notices small details and never recieves less than an A on nealry every school assignment. His coorkiness brings laughter and sometimes annoyance to the house but nomatter what people tell him or how they react, he will conitnue to be 100% Parker. There is Ava. "Oh dear," are two words to describe this child. She is three years old, going on 18. Her phrase of the week, "OMG I broke a nail." She watches way too much TV, that is a fact. Her big brown eyes gets her nearly anything and her soft voice saying, "Mommy and Daddy, I Yove you so so so much," is to die for. Then we have Brayden, the runt of the crew. He has semi-wavy blonde hair and tan skin. He looks like a future "Surfer-Dude," in my opinion. Brayden has trouble with speech, which is common with littile boys. His mumbo-jumbo mixture of words confuses and sometimes thrills us. He has an obsession with electronics such as the iPad, or "I-Pahhh," as he calls it. He also enjoys dancing, dancing naked actually. EVERY time he gets out of the bath he wraps up in a warm towel, sprints into the living room, opens his towel to reveal his tiny little hips swaying back and forth with his face lit up. Brayden is just Brayden and thats all there is to it.
If you continue to read this blog, I am going to tell the stories and adventures of my daily and not-so-avergage life. You never know, maybe someday you might actually see us on TV ;)
Goodnight world, Brooke Johnson
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