farewell to the "ruby won't go to bed" series...

With Ruby's little mishap, and the hospital stay, and Easter, and New Beginnings (which I was in charge of), and then having family in town...I guess it's safe to say that I'm feeling a little behind on everything. Basically we're in survival mode around here. My house is in shambles, we're swimming in mounds of laundry, and our fridge is completely barren (except for maybe some expired leftovers from two weeks ago). Treading water. That's a good way of putting it. Just treading water. But still as happy as ever. I am not complaining. In fact, I refuse to complain. I have been too richly blessed and would feel so ungrateful if I were to start grumbling over such petty grievances. I guess the point I'm trying to make by all this rambling is that while operating in survival mode, something always has to take the back burner. Logically, in this case, it was the blog. However, with Ruby healing up as remarkably as she is, and with Easter and New Beginnings behind me, I feel like my life is slowly (but surely) returning to the normalcy I have been longing for. ...So finally, what you've all been waiting for, I'm sure, the final episodes of the Ruby won't go to Bed series.

Just a little side note before viewing this next video. Ruby really only knows a handful of animal sounds. Her favorites to imitate are the doggy, the kitty cat, and the monkey. I was sitting in the back seat with her our way to the hospital - just following her encounter with the dog. She had finally calmed down somewhat and was no longer crying, so I was attempting to preoccupy her mind. Not wanting this incident to mar her little psyche, I immediately started talking about doggies. I made the mistake of asking her "Ruby, what does a doggy say?" to which she replied in the most pitiful little whimper, "ouch". Pretty much broke my heart.

And finally, Ruby's send-off to the series...