Six months ago, we were waking up (from–maybe–an hour of sleep, but waking up nevertheless) for the first time as a family of three. Grace’s basinet was wheeled up against one side of my hospital bed, and Nick was on a cot on the other side. My arm was stiff from having slept with it draped ever so carefully across Grace’s tiny, swaddled body. We had only know her for a few hours, but I couldn’t bear to not hold Grace, even for a minute. I peeked over at her little round cheeks, her button nose, and dark lashes and cried the happiest tears of my life. I couldn’t believe she was ours.
Six months have passed, and I still can’t believe she is ours. She’s sleeping (more like, cat napping) in her own room. She’s rolling from one side to another and trying to scoot. She’s got three teeth on their way. She’s eating solid foods. She can babble and yell and squeal. She’s sits up on her own… until she tips forward… and then she tries again.
She makes us happy, she makes us whole. These have been the best six months of my life.
Let’s be serious: It was time for the sleep-deprived lady to ditch the Roman numerals.
The Weekend According to Instagram #29
1. Our little deck garden has really taken off this week. We’ve got more cherry tomatoes and basil than I know what to do with… so I am eating all of them.
2. As I shared last week, I recently started using the Couch to 5k app and am embracing the opportunity to start fresh. I woke up Friday and thought “Yes! It’s Friday (standard Friday thought)! I get to run tonight!” I can’t remember the last time I felt that way about running. I think I stopped running and switched to rowing at CrossFit two months before Grace was born, but long before that I hadn’t run for the sake of running in ages. I broke out my KIND tank (given to me by the lovely KIND folks at FenwaYoga) and was thankful for the opportunity to be kind to my body and brain while out on the Harborwalk by myself for a little bit. Speaking of KIND, they are launching a really great program in Boston tomorrow. As the “official snack partner” of the Boston Red Sox, KIND is working with Red Sox Nation and the rest of the city to spread kindness this summer. #KINDBoston launches tomorrow and fellow Bostonians are invited to share their ideas for making Boston a kinder place to live and work.
For every kind act submitted, KIND will donate a piece of sporting equipment (up to $5,000) to the Red Sox Foundation’s RBI (Reviving Baseball in Inner Cities) program, which teaches inner-city youth the importance of being kind on and off the field. KIND will also bring select kind acts to life in August to demonstrate how small actions can make a big difference.
#KINDBoston will debut at Fenway Park on Tuesday, July 29, with KIND honoring an RBI player and coach who embody kindness. Fans attending the Red Sox game that evening will be able to share their ideas before exiting the ballpark. Anyone not in attendance will be able submit via Twitter using #KINDBoston until August 31.
3. Now that Grace is a bit more mobile, she and Clark have become fast friends. She loves to roll towards him and reach for his wrinkly mug, and he is being as patient as I could have hoped. They spent Saturday morning cozied up together, surrounded by various baby maracas, tambourines and stuffed monkeys.
4. It would seem my Instagram feed was very food-focused this weekend. We went to see my parents on Saturday afternoon and brought some strawberries, blueberries and blackberries with us. You can’t go wrong with berries. (You know how if you type a word too many times, it totally looks weird… that just happened. Berries.)
5. On our way back to the city, we stopped at the farm stand in my parents’ neighborhood and filled up a basket of carrots, Romaine lettuce, cherries and onions.
6. More food: After seeing this recipe for yogurt breakfast popsicles on The Kitchn, I thought I’d give it a try. I mixed Greek yogurt, gluten free granola and some raspberry preserves in an ice cube tray (which, technically, I bought for freezing baby food… but hey) and let it freeze overnight. The result: messy, but tasty. Perhaps they would make a good addition to a smoothie.
7. This is what Clark (my official snack partner) looked like while I sampled the aforementioned frozen yogurt bites. #gimmesome
8. And this is what Grace looks like when she’s being a goofball, which is quite often lately. She has been such a smiley girl these past few weeks. I think she’s enjoying all her newly acquired skills (yelling and rolling are her favorites).
9. Oh… and she ate her first solid food this weekend! It was so much fun to watch her reaction (she mostly looked horrified) as she tasted her first few bites of pureed sweet potato. I promised Allison a post on feeding Grace solids and look forward to sharing our experiences with that… once we have… a bit more experience with that. In the meantime, I highly recommend Lucy’s List and their series on starting solids. Oh, one thing I know for sure: You do not need to bake and puree three whole sweet potatoes for one small baby. That’s, like, two and a half too many. Trust me.
I’m usually partial to good, clean fun. Mostly because I am lazy and don’t like cleaning up messes. This weekend, however, was a bit of a departure. My sister and I ran our first DirtyGirl 5k on Saturday morning and I swear, I am still smiling. Also: 4 showers later, I am still finding mud in various places. Like way inside my ear.
I’ve participated in one other mud run before, and it happened to be on the same course at the Amesbury Sports Park. Nick and I ran together, and by together, I mean that he blazed ahead and I met him at the finish line six hours 30 minutes after he started his celebration beer. It had rained quite a bit before the event, and the narrow and steep trails felt, welp… super dangerous. People were falling left and right and on one another. The obstacles were fun, but it was hard to run between them due to the thick mud. Basically, I fell from one obstacle to the next. I was happy I participated, but not eager to sign up for another event.
When the folks at DirtyGirl reached out to me, however, I was starting to run again (this was shortly after Grace was born, but before I broke my toe… I think) and was looking for a race to train for. I convinced my sister to join me and figured if nothing else, we’d have fun together. And did we ever.
Before and After (and yes.. that is mud ON MY TEETH.)
I hadn’t run since the whole toe thing, so to say I was undertrained would be an understatement. At the same time, carrying around a 13 lb. baby in a 35 lb. car seat and practicing inversions while she sleeps has paid off, making those climbing obstacles a breeze. I tried my best to keep up with my sister (who actually, you know, works out), but if nothing else, those walking breaks served as great motivation to be thoughtful about future goals and training.
Getting back into shape (whatever that means, seeing as I feel like I am a totally different shape) after having Grace has been humbling, which is both challenging and freeing. The slate is wiped clean, so to speak. After dropping my sister off, I took a ridiculously long shower and then promptly downloaded the Couch to 5k app. Having completed two marathons and countless other races, it bruises my ego a bit to think of myself as a beginner, but hey… that’s where I am right now. I think my new mantra has something to do with meeting myself where I am, not where I was. Also: I’m okay, you’re okay, we’re all okay.
Back to the mud: At one point, I was doubled over with laugher when my sister looked at me and yelled “AAAAH! You have a mustache!” I had nothing clean to wipe my face with, so on we went. I swear, I laughed for the full 5k. Which explains how I got mud on my teeth. Gross. I have never been so eager to see the professional photos from an event.
I kept thinking, I wish every workout could be this fun. While there can’t always be giant inflatable obstacles and tutu-clad competitors alongside me, I bet infusing some of that playfulness into my training or yoga practice would do some good.
DirtyGirl Mud Run 2014: The Highlights
The course was the perfect balance of muddy, yet still run-able. While I had take breaks to walk here and there (those hills are no joke), you really could run this course. It took us just under 40 minutes to complete the 3.1 mile loop, including obstacles… and two laughing induced asthma attacks.
The obstacles were so much fun. They were challenging, but not impossible and unlike similar events, you can opt-out, if you choose.
No offense, dudes, but there’s just something about an all female event…
The event had a really positive, supportive vibe. Fellow runners cheered one another on and staff and volunteers were helpful and friendly.
From the parking and shuttle bus to the post-race showers and everything in between, the event was so well managed.
My sister and I are already looking forward to next year’s event (we’ve started recruiting teammates and designing our outfits… there may be sloths involved muhaha). To save on your registration to an upcoming Dirty Girl 5k, use the code BLOGFRIEND.
We made a quick trip to Maine this weekend to see Nick’s parents, and made it back to the city in time for our niece’s birthday party. By the time Sunday evening rolled around, I was ready to face plant into bed… but forced myself to do laundry first. You know, so I would have something to wear come Monday morning.
Oh, and before we dig into my own Instagram feed, I came across something worth sharing this morning: Brendon and Danielle are hosting a fantastic yoga challenge (starting today) that focuses on modifications. I love that there is room for everyone to practice in yoga, and this challenge reflects that.
Okay. Let’s look at pictures of my trunk. And the harbor. And my dog.
This is what “packing light” looks like these days. After visiting my parents on the Cape over the 4th, we had a pretty good sense of what was necessary and what we could leave home. I am not sure why I packed 100 diapers for a 36 hour trip, but hey. In addition to the obvious (ye olde Pack ‘N Play), we have a couple baby items that have been great for travel: this Skip Hop outdoor blanket which folds up beautifully and easily wipes clean (bonus points for for detachable insulated bag – we used this for Grace’s rash guard and swim diaper last weekend) and the Puj Flyte infant bath, which also folds up (sensing a theme?) and fits in most sinks. I was afraid Grace had outgrown the Flyte (we used it for her first few baths at home), but it actually works even better now that she’s, welp… sturdier.
I will never tire of this view. Dusk in Boothbay Harbor is just incredible. I remember one of my art history professors in college talking about how the light in Maine is magic. I thought he was high. Now I think he was just telling the truth (also, he could have been high).
Other magical things in Maine: This aptly named “Little House” nestled just along the harbor. When I’m old I want to live in a little house (specifically: a tiny house).
I’ve been sharing pages from my sketchbook lately on Instagram. I’ve always loved to draw, but I’m finding it especially productive as a way to quiet my brain a bit at the end of the day. I’m the first to admit that I’m tightly wound and the last few months? On another level. I’ve been breaking out some paper, a pen and a set of watercolors most nights after Grace goes to sleep (and, inevitably, before she wakes up again). There were a few Audubon field guides at the cottage (plus, like… real birds outside…), hence the, um... birdoodles.
An old, old wooden ship.
Clark loves heading North. He also loves pretending to play guard dog behind decorative screen doors.
How I close out the weekend: brewing a pitcher of peppermint tea to sip cold throughout the week. Super refreshing. The Yogi Tea quotes help.
New animal obsession: hedgehogs. I picked up this set of notecards at Target (no surprise there). More hedgehog cuteness: Biddy the Hedgehog’s Instagram account. He fits in the palm of your hand, he visits National Parks, he is magnificent.
Aaaaaaand a tiny OOTD: Grace’s party dress for her cousin’s birthday. Wouldn’t be a party without a bow.
It’s been a hundred years several months since I shared a Weekend According to Instagram update. Mostly because I was trying to learn Roman numerals and figure out what came after XXV. Just kidding. Or am I?
Regardless, we really packed quite a bit of fun into the past two days. I wish every day was a summer weekend day. Except, like, Christmas. Obviously.
After Nick got home from CrossFit and I finished a little yoga on the deck and a walk with my lovely friend Alyson, we headed down to my parents’ house for some pool time. Grace is still too young to wear sunblock (though our pediatrician did say we could test a tiny patch on her arm, she emphasized that our best bet is keeping her out of the sun altogether), so we broke out her ridiculous sun hat and rash guard for quick dip. She seemed a bit shocked at first and was clearly holding on for deal life, but I have a feeling we’ve got a water baby on our hands.
We spent lots of time outside this weekend, including a little Sunday evening stroll around the neighborhood with the Frenchie. Earlier in the day, Grace and I met up with our mom/baby friends and JP and then picked up Nick for our baptism prep class and some lunch in the Back Bay.
There is more Black Mass filming being done in our neighborhood this week. On one hand, it’s rather exciting to have Johnny Depp walking around, but on the other, it was a pretty unnerving to see signs about forced busing at the old Southie High last night. Sure, the fresh paint on the street is part of a movie set, but the busing crisis was a real and critical time in the city and neighborhood’s history, one with powerful and lasting effects.
On a lighter (only 100 calories and not the least bit depressing) note: I am going to eat 600 Yasso frozen Greek yogurt bars this summer. 2 down, 598 to go. I received a coupon for a free box a few weeks ago and highly recommend the sea salt caramel flavor (we’re already onto our second box), best enjoyed with your feet up on the deck. Oh, and save your popsicle sticks. I’ve got an easy DIY project coming up later this week.
Nick and I had our first date night (5 months in the making!) since becoming parents. Mom on the loose! We were able to get last minute tickets to Amaluna and my sister and brother-in-law generously offered to babysit. It was really nice to get out for a bit, especially knowing Grace (and Clark) were in such good hands. The pictures my sister took of Zach and Grace together basically melted my heart. Uncle Z is the coolest.
We were home before dark (and I nearly fell asleep during intermission — I need to step up my game if I want to convince Nick to go on a second post-baby date anytime soon), just in time to catch this beautiful sunset over the city.
I already want this summer to last forever.
Also On Tap for Today:
After watching Tiny, I’ve become obsessed with the idea of moving into a tiny house… maybe, like… in 20 years
If you have a lot of free time on your hands before the 4th, make these and impress your friends.
Shocking news: Grace will be five months old this weekend. She celebrated early with 6 consecutive hours of sleep last night. Meanwhile, I got up every 6 minutes to check on her, starring in disbelief as the baby who rarely slept more than 3 hours in a row continued to sleep soundly in her crib. Is this what the next 20 years will be like? Me peeking around corners, tiptoeing in the darkness, and spying on my own child to ensure everything’s okay? I should probably invest in a periscope. Or maybe some Spy-Tech (coolest 80’s toys, hands down).
Now that Grace’s schedule is starting to level off, I’ve got some catching up to do.
I don’t know why, but I had this ridiculous idea that once I went back to work (12 weeks after Grace was born), I would be sleeping through the night, eating something other than a handful of Fritos and an entire quart of raspberries for dinner (i.e. my sixteenth one-handed meal of the day), working out regularly at the gym, and oh, I don’t know, fitting into non-stretchy pants. Needless to say: not happening. Not yet. Or at least, not all in the same day.
The combination of sheer exhaustion and a desire to spend every second (that I am not working, or like, showering) with our little family has made working out… challenging. Throw in the broken toe (which is nearly healed, and almost looks like a regular toe again), and you’ve got a recipe for disaster the perfect excuse. I eat reasonably well and have fit in daily walks and some great spinning and yogaclasses over the past few months, but I feel like it’s time to really make a commitment to my health and wellness. Life is not going to get less busy. As the months pass, it may not be any easier to eat thoughtful meals, or sleep longer than a few hours in a row, or balance work and family time. It may not get easier, but judging by how our lives continue to change, especially recently, it will get better and better.
In an effort to stay accountable and motivated, and to build community around making the best possible choices for ourselves and those we love, I am hosting my first DietBet. I’ve named it “Bet On Better” because, for me, it’s not simply about losing a few pounds (though I do look forward to fitting into real pants). It’s about making better choices for myself across the board, choices that will help me honor my commitment to a healthy, happy, and well-lived life.
If you’re new to DietBet, you can read my full run-down here, but essentially each 4-week game includes an initial bet (in this case, $35) which goes into the pot. Participants who successfully (and safely, please!) lose 4% of their weight during the game split the pot. You also have the option to donate your winnings to charity, which I find to be great motivation. I have participated in games before, and really enjoyed the community fostered among players. As a host, I will be providing a little extra motivation, support, and helpful resources throughout the 4 weeks. The game begins on July 8th. I hope you will join me and consider bringing a few friends along (this is definitely one of those the more, the bigger pot merrier cases)!
I was looking forward to checking off “practice yoga outside” from my bucket list, but never expected to have the chance to roll out my mat on the warning track along the Green Monster.
It was such an awesome experience. Mandy lead a fun but challenging class (made slightly more challenging by the mid-morning sun) from the pitcher’s mound, while yoga teachers from the area provided additional guidance from the outfield. I made fast friends with the woman next to me, as we swapped iPhones to grab photos of one another goofing off inside the park.
The yoga community in Boston was out in full force and everyone, especially the folks from KIND, made me feel so welcome and grateful to be a part of such an incredible day.
I really thought I’d be itching to get back to CrossFit once Grace was born, but lately I’ve been craving yoga even more. I appreciate balance of gentleness and strength that yoga gives me, and love that Grace can squirm around beside me on her activity mat while I practice at the beginning or end of the day. Now that she’s discovered her toes and is holding onto them for dear life, I can’t help but fit in happy baby pose whenever possible.
If you’re looking to take your om outdoors, here are a few ongoing opportunities in the area:
Shortly after Nick and I started dating, we made plans to visit the Roger Williams Park Zoo. He’s always loved animals, whereas I’ve always been a little whatever. (This was after a feral cat specifically chose the underside of my car as its final resting place… but years before I met Clark. I think that timeline goes a long way in explaining my ambivalence towards non-humans.)
I think I was probably Googling something like, “Great… but do you have any baby hippos?” a few days before our trip to the zoo when I came across an announcement for a giraffe naming contest. We spent the better part of a week going back and forth with name suggestions before submitting our top choices. Nick tried to get the little leggy fellow named after one of his clients from Romania (I just made my husband sound way more mysterious than he actually he is), while I was certain I had hit it out of the park with Thomas Girafferson. I mean, come on! USA! USA! Likely not a spoiler alert: neither of us won the contest.
The visit to the zoo, however, was lovely. I’m not an animal communicator (despite trying to read my dog’s mind on the daily), but they all seemed well cared for and maybe even happy.
When I was trying to come up with something fun to do for Father’s Day (something more fun than breaking a toe, which is how I celebrated my first Mother’s Day), I came up with some pretty bad ideas. One involved buying a used kite surfing board from one of our old neighbors. I love surprises (for other people, not so much for me), so the key was finding something unexpected… but ideally, not super dangerous.
And then I found out you can sign up to feed the giraffes at Roger Williams (for a small donation, which is a nice way of saying straight cash, homey).
Question: What new dad wakes up on Father’s Day thinking, Hey! I wonder if I will get to feed a giraffe today? Answer: A very psychic one. In other words, it was the perfect surprise.
Nick got to get up close and personal with Jaffa (who will always be Thomas Girafferson to me) while I snapped photos from the other side of the fence. It was really fun to watch. From a safe distance. Which is how I like my animal encounters.
Actually… there is one animal I would like very much to be dangerously close to. The sloths. I can’t get enough of them. When I was little, I though my sister (an infant at the time) looked like the baby sloth in my National Geographic Zoo Babies book (which was published in 1978 and is currently available for a mere one cent on Amazon… act now!). In hindsight, I could see how that comparison could be misinterpreted (what, with the gnarly nails and overwhelming body odor), but I thought sloths were cute and I knew my sister was cute, end of story.
After Nick fed Thomas G., we started making our way back to the car (Grace was about 30 seconds away from a melt down and also, I wanted snacks) when we were about to pass the rain forest exhibit. Strollers weren’t allowed in building, but I saw a sign for sloths, so I quicky abandoned my family took Nick up on his offer to stay outside with the baby while I checked things out. I was about to make my way back to them, when a woman pointed above me. I nearly fainted with joy. A real, live sloth was hanging from a branch directly over my head. I don’t think sloths fall from things very often (or ever?) but if he did, he would have totally landed in my handbag. And I would have kept him.
I have no idea where this post is going… but I just admitted to wanting to steal a sloth, so my guess is: nowhere good. I’ll stop myself here.
Let’s start with a question: Where did the expression bucket list come from? (Please pause while I Google…) Hmm. Not a fruitful search. Ohhhhh….. it must have something to do with kicking the bucket, and like… things you want to do before that fateful day. One thing that is not on my summer bucket list: kicking the bucket.
Morbidity (and flaky inner monologue) aside, here are a few things I am hoping to accomplish before Labor Day rolls around.
Hiking in the Blue Hills - and by hiking, I likely mean the family friendly paved path… and a peek at the otters at the Trailside Museum.
Yoga outside - and lots of it.
SUP – Bonus points for SUP yoga. Side bar: I am convinced my sister, our cousin and I invented SUP. We used to take our families’ ocean kayaks out on the Cape, stand up, and think we were incredibly cool (we were). We called it “stand upon kayaking”… but maybe if we had abbreviated it to SUK it would have caught on? No.
See Wait Wait in person – Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me! is going to be at Tanglewood in late August. I want to be there. Badly.
Run a new race – my broken toe is nearly unbroken, so I think it’s time to set my sights on a new goal and get training. Also, can I just say, broken toes are no joke. I like to think I have a pretty high pain tolerance (hello, labor and delivery), but maaaaaaan. You know when you stub your toe, and you get that feeling of I might throw up or I might pee? And then the feeling goes away and you’re fine (and hopefully you neither threw up nor peed)? It doesn’t go away when your toe is broken. And you have to wear an ugly boot. And suddenly this bucket list became a pity party.
Tackle unfinished (or in some cases, un-started) home projects – I have grand plans for our pantry and a few art projects in mind for Grace’s nursery. I’m looking forward to spending a few Summer Fridays getting crafty.
Go to a hot air balloon festival - according to the Internet, there are a bunch in New England this summer. This might be a reach, but I think it would be so cool to see a sky full of balloons. There used to be a few that would float over our house when I was growing up. It always felt like we were witnessing something magical (real magic… not the creepy, weird magician kind..).
Volunteer - Clark and I took some time off from our pet therapy visits in the weeks leading up to, and following, Grace’s arrival. I am looking forward to getting back in the swing of things at the hospital, and finding other ways to support our community.
Track 12 weeks of food and fitness – I’ve only ever successfully tracked my food intake for more than a day, like, once. It was back in my food allergy/elimination diet/what is wrong with my stomach days, and honestly… it was not fun. At the same time, it helped me see the choices I was making and the patterns I had fallen into, and how food affects my overall wellbeing. I think a bit of accountability and self-awareness will go a long way, especially as I try to make the best possible choices for me and Grace.
Welp, there you have it folks: my I hope I go to a ballon festival before kicking the bucket list.
P.S. I recently received a complimentary pair of Nectar sunnies. They’re fun and a bit flashy and very reasonably priced ($30 for a polarized pair, $20 for non-polarized). In other words, they’re the perfect accessory for checking off summer bucket list items. They were a bit big on Clark, but fit me perfectly. Looking for a pair of your own? Click here and use the code ‘lovenectar’ for 10% off.
Also On Tap for Today:
Planting a few more herbs for our little deck garden
GIVEAWAY CLOSED — Congratulations Kim, and many thanks to Wish Bone and all who entered.
When we first brought Clark home, I had no idea what I was doing. He was my first non-hamster pet, and the first dog I wasn’t mostly terrified of. I probably should have read a book about dogs, or something… but instead our relationship was forged by a lot of trial and error, several panicked calls to the vet (they all started with “Is it normal for dogs to…”) and lots of Googling. And the fun stuff, like playing “Can you find me if I am hidden beneath all your half-destroyed stuffed animals?”
You get comfy, I’ll track down the meat flavored toothpaste.
When Clark didn’t eat right away, I would sit on the floor with him, garnishing his dry food with organic apple sauce, sliced carrots and shredded cheese, and attempt to feed him by hand. When he didn’t, like, do his business… I’d stay outside with him for hours, making up encouraging songs about bodily functions. I bought him a little toothbrush and meat flavored toothpaste (which smelled like a dead squirrel and made me want to cry) and tried my best to keep his K-9 canines nice and clean. He was more interested in eating the toothbrush. I thought he needed a bath before bed time each night (that was short lived, turns out that’s really not a good nor healthy idea), and wondered if there was some sort of Frenchie cuticle oil I should invest in.
During those first few weeks, Nick would often come home to find dog toys strewn about our condo, and me and Clark covered in food, bathing supplies, and fur. Five years later, I’ve learned a few lessons (a monthly bath will suffice; if he’s hungry, he’ll eat), but I’ve yet to master the tooth brushing thing.
I think he’s trying to show you his molars.
When Milk-Bone offered to send me their new Brushing Chews, I thought…. finally. No more dead squirrel paste. Clark seems to think they’re treats, which works for me.
Bonus points for the stand-up, resealable bag! #easilyimpressed
Milk-Bone Brushing Chews have been clinically proven to reduce tartar build-up and freshen dog’s breath. They look like sweet little bones, but their brushing nubs and 75 degree twist were designed to reach down to the dog’s gum line, and those hard-to-reach back teeth. They’ve earned the Veterinary Oral Health Council’s seal of approval, and the highly sought after “two paws up” from Clark.
Just casually brushing his own chompers.
The Frenchie is hooked, and I am happy to put away our little toothbrush.
A giveaway from Milk-Bone
The lovely folks at Milk-Bone have offered to give one On Tap for Today reader (US residents only, please… sorry, Canadians! And French people.) their own Milk-Bone Brushing Chews kit, along with a $25 VISA gift card. To enter, please comment below.
While your dog is busy cleaning his own teeth, you might think about how you’ll put that gift card to good use, spoiling your fur ball.
Little dude is famous. Kind of.
How to spoil your dog for $25 or less:
Do a little research about dog-friendly locations in your area. I’m partial to the newly released Ruff Guide to the United States (pictured above)… and not just because Clark made his modeling debut in the Massachusetts section. One of the best ways I can think of to spoil your dog is to spend good ol’ fashioned quality time with him or her. C-A-R is one of Clark’s favorite words. He loves adventures, but more than anything, I think he just likes to be along for the ride. With summer approaching, we’re looking forward to a few dog-friendly weekends away.
Speaking of swimming, you might invest in some water safety gear. Safety first, summer fun second.
Pamper those paws. For less than $25, we can get Clark nice and clean (read: not smelling like Fritos… why does that happen?!) at our local groomer. We also love B.Y.O.D., a local dog spa and retail shop where we can drop Clark into one of their industrial sinks and bathe him ourselves. It’s a lot of fun… and a lot less messy than bathing him at home. You could also stock up on your pup’s favorite grooming supplies. We use Bag-Balm for Clark’s nose, oatmeal and aloe shampoo in the tub, a Zoom Groom for brushing (perfect for his short coat), and Musher’s Secret for paw protection in the winter.
Make a contribution to your local dog park. Living in the city, we really appreciate having a safe, enclosed space to let Clark roam free and stretch his short legs a bit. We’re lucky to live close to the South Boston Bark Park, which is always really well maintained. I noticed the other day that you can become a member and support volunteer efforts to keep the park clean and safe. Seems like good way to ensure our little guy can continue to enjoy his trips to the park!
Disclaimer: The Milk Bone dog products, information, and VISA gift cards (for this post and giveaway) have been provided by the Milk-Bone brand. I received a complimentary Brushing Chews kit and a $25 gift card. All opinions shared are my own (welp, and Clark’s… sort of), and I grateful to be sharing this giveaway with you and your pups.
What’s your favorite way to spoil your dog? Share below for a chance to win your own Milk-Bone Brushing Chews and a $25 VISA giftcard. Entries will be accepted until the end of the day on Wednesday, May 28th. A random winner will be selected and notified by email.