A Series of Unfortunate Events

I've been trying to think of a way to start this story for 2 days now.  I've come up with nothing.  This would fall into the "keepin' it real" and "mama said there'd be days like this" category.   A few days ago I was unloading the dishwasher with my little helper.  She crawled away with her turbo speed and went to see what the dog was doing.  He was less than pleased when she reached for his dog bowl.  He bit her and we made our first trip to urgent care.
She cried for about 5 minutes after it happened then was her usual self.   The doctor sent us on our way.  We've got to keep her hand wrapped up until it heals to keep the grossness away. 
So here's the thing.  This was not a surprise.  We know that Mack is super territorial when it comes to his food.  This isn't the first time he has bit someone near his food bowl.  We thought were doing good keeping her away from him while he was eating.  She's fine but now we know that we seriously can't let her out of our sight and the food bowl needs to be picked up when he's not eating.  That's something we already knew but unfortunately had a not so great little reminder.

Turns out the City of Houston has pretty strict laws regarding dog bites.  The ER told us they have to report all bites to animal control.  No problem there. He's up to date on shots and our family dog so I wasn't too concerned about that.  We left to go to Beaumont for one last trip before school starts. I got a phone call from animal control while were out of town.  They had come to our house to get the dog because he either had to be euthanized or quarantined for 10 days and if I didn't have him there in 24 hours, I would be getting a Class C Misdemeanor.  What, excuse me?   I forgot to mention that Neal was out of town during all of this.  Since we didn't have Mack registered with the city with a dog licence (who knew that even existed), he had to be quarantined at the city shelter for 10 days.   With baby in tow, I turned him in and filled out paperwork.  One more week until he gets to come home.  Oh and it's costing us $225 for having him quarantined. 

I can officially say that parenting is no longer easy.  The first 10 months were a breeze.  Even the crazy newborn stage wasn't hard.  I secretly gloated when others would tell me how hard they thought having a baby was.  God definetely has put me in my place.  I've learned that moms are the worst when it comes to judging other moms.  I'm including myself in that group.  No more judgement from me.  

I also believe it is no accident that our little series of unfortunate events happened this week.  You see, I just started a self paced Bible study about giving God full control.  Holy cow, He's got my attention!   We also have an issue going on with our house.    The drain pan from the AC in the attic has been overflowing for 2 weeks unbeknown to us.   Water has soaked one of our walls and a good portion of our wood floors.  Totally minor, but last night the pizza guy delivered our pizza to wrong house and it took a small act of Congress to get another pizza delivered.  Poor baby girl was starting to eat her gauze on her hand so I fed her something else.  Now I'm wandering which one of our neighbors accepted the first pizza last night. 

So we're rolling with the punches and not letting our praying knees get lazy.

But in the meantime, when did our infant turn into a little girl???????