Setting: Jax’ room; 8:00pm
Jax: “Dad a monster might come in the room and eat you up.”
Me: “There aren’t any monsters in here bud.”
Jax: “Yes there are, they like to eat daddys and cell phones.”
Me: “I promise there aren’t any monsters in here bud.”
Jax: “It’s ok dad, Buster is in here. He eats monsters. He jumps off the bed and chases them out and then eats them up. He’s my best friend.”
Both kids (3 y/o and 7month old) with 103 fevers. Dogs are outside crying to get in. I’m home alone.
No big deal right?
When your little guy is feeling under the weather all day and checks in at 103 fever before bed, there’s nothing better than knowing his best friend is by his side to keep an eye on him.
I feel like at this point Buster is the grisly veteran of the team… he’s been around forever you almost forget how long it’s been. He’s was the only child for a while and now has sat patiently through three new roommates… Max… Jackson… and now Oliver.
The thing is he’s still going strong. Sure he’s on human adult doses of numerous medications… but he’s still the same spunky, eat everything he can get his face in, including dirty diapers. But best of all, he’s found another best friend to watch over!
Over the course of almost three years Buster and Max have been on the short end of the stick for a lot of famous incidents. There’s the Meatball Massacre, the Christmas Catastrophe and the time Jax let Buster and Max outside in a driving snow storm without us knowing… poor dogs turned into real life Four legged Olafs.
But the thing is these guys were here long before Jackson… and honestly I’ve cleaned more Buster and Max pee and poop then I’ve cleaned up from Jackson. These guys are a huge part of Jackson’s life and from day one, they’ve been extremely protective of him.
Meanwhile, Jackson has tried to ride Buster like he was a camel and has attempted many WWF finishing moves on poor Max. Both dogs have nubby tails, yet Jackson is still able to yank on them and the fact that Buster’s ears are still attached to his head is a miracle.
The thing is though, Jackson has learned how to be patient, caring and at times remorseful through his relationship with his “brothers”. It’s been, at times stressful, but for the most part it’s been so very rewarding to watch my son and two dogs interact and enjoy each other’s company.
They say a dog is mans best friend… but I’d venture to say that once a child comes along… a dog is a boy’s best friend. (Especially this little boy and “Di-Di-Dah and Dah”).
Another Halloween… and another day of shoving my poor son (who doesn’t even like wearing normal clothes) in a costume as soft as sandpaper. Why do parents do this to their children? The last thing Jax wants to do before getting dropped off at day care is to put a 14 pound puffy cotton ball on his head.
Getting this kid ready in the morning takes a particular set of skills. Skills needed to have been acquired over a very long career of parenting. Skills that I apparently don’t have which makes mornings a nightmare for people like me (Taken reference). Yet today we decided to add 37 more steps to our morning routine by sending him to school dressed up as Olaf. Poor, poor, poor kid. He took it like a champ though… after ripping the Velcro open a few time and throwing his Olaf head at Buster.
Our first Halloween night where jax was old enough to “get it” was fun. The neighborhood fell under Little Olaf’s spell as they literally dumped candy into his bucket. He said a lot of please and thank yous and even ran into a little Elsa on the side walk and stopped for a quick hug!
Jax then had to begin handing out candy to the older kids before we realized the dogs ate two of the three bags of candy we bought. The final four kids come to the door. Stef says sorry we only have three pieces left and Jax carefully watches his last three snickers bars fall into open pillow cases. The last kid drops his head and is sad. Mind you there was a GIANT SIZE candy bar left of the counter… Stef literally sent a child away because she didn’t want to give up her last KitKat!!!
The night ended when I let the dogs out the front door because a huge crowd rolled up in a trailer hitched to a pickup. No more candy, lights out yet they still kept coming… the dogs took care of that. The dogs literally scared the poop out of hose high schoolers as kids were tripping over each other to get away.
Trick or Treat!
That time my kid was sick and finally stopped screaming when he curled up on the dog bed and fell asleep:
“First you bring this smelly thing home. Then you give him all the attention and love. Now he gets my bed?? Screw this, I’m out!!!” -Max the Dog
Try putting a toddler down on a normal night, let alone on a day when he feels like crap. It’s literally an impossible task. I’d rather spend the two hours trying to herd valaceraptors than what I went through getting Jax to bed tonight.
What i assume putting multiple children to bed would be like.