The Coria Family

So, I love Marc’s sister Sylvia (Sya affectionately) and am thrilled that she and her husband Jim have moved here to Phoenix recently.  Having said that, I do not share those same feelings for their dog.  Those of you that know me, I mean REALLY know me, know that I am not what you would call an “animal person”.   In fact, I dare say that I don’t like animals (you can send the hate mail to my mother).  Yes, they are God’s creatures and do many wonderful things for humankind, yaddah, yaddah, yaddah.  Still, I prefer people.  Anyway, the reason for this post is to give you all a good chuckle on my account.  Sylv and Jim were kind enough to come by and visit last night with dinner (gotta love that Peter Piper).  Unfortunately they brought more than dinner with them.  In Sylvia’s arms when we opened the door was Myles (or Miles, I don’t know how they spell their dog’s name).  Since I was not raised with dogs, I know nothing about breeds.  I just know that her dog is cute to look at.  It is white, small, and furry.  Also, if you don’t know, my children have adopted my fear and disdain for dogs (sorry kids, I didn’t do it on purpose).  After holding the dog for a while Sylvia put him down.  We couldn’t put him out back because half of our fence fell down in the last big monsoon storm and our yard is one with our neighbors’ yard.  As soon as the dog was released from Sylvia’s arms,  all chaos erupted in our home.  The kids screamed and tried to run away from this yapping beast.  This must have frightened the pup because it decided to run over on my rug right in front of the couch where I sat feeding my new baby and threw up.  Yes, the dog got sick right in the center of my living room.  It then proceeded quickly to the dining area of our kitchen while Sylvia screamed, yelled at the dog, apologized to me and threw her hands in the air as she scurried to find some cleaning supplies.  While in the kitchen the dog then pooped on our tile, not one poop, but about four or five decent sized droppings.  Sylvia was beside herself and I was speechless.  Sylvia cleaned up the mess and then the dog was quickly escorted outside and ended up on a leash in our backyard for the rest of the evening.  Wow, those Guzman’s really know how to shake things up!  Sylvia and Jim, you both are invited back anytime you would like to come and visit, but I must firmly disinvite your doggy to our home indefinitely. 

Well, I know I have been procrastinating and have most likely lost my blog reader following (all of about 3 people probably), but I’m back and am not making any promises about how often I will post.  I have been very busy with our new addition, Sophia.  She just turned 6 weeks old and look how sweet she is!  I don’t think there is anything more peaceful on this earth than a sleeping infant.  Carson has very naturally slipped into big brother mode like an old pro.  Audrey and Grace are also loving their new little sister.  I must say that I’m so pleased with how great the three of them have been.  They are helpful, but mostly they love baby Sophia and can’t wait to hold her when they get home from school.  Audrey has especially been a huge help in the evenings when Marc is at the church and I am short handed.  I have posted some pictures here so you can see the great excuse that has kept me from posting these last 6 weeks.