Grover Cleveland Rex Zielinski

Jason, with the help of Uncle BF, Poppy, Dzia Dzia, Uncle Jared, and Bill, completed the fence encasing our back yard. The whole reason for this, was to prepare for a puppy. So for the past few months, we've been researching, and searching, for the right puppy to add to our household. We referred to this project as Operation Scarlet Needs A Puppy. Of course Emerson would also love one, but Scarlet's interest, and love, of animals is on another level. We were really super excited to have a dog in the house again. We've missed Sheffield the last year and a half, and looked forward to having a puppy to grow up with our kids.

We found a breeder we decided to work with, and on Sunday, brought home the newest member of our family, Grover Cleveland Rex Zielinski. We call him Grover. The naming was an interesting process. Scarlet, of course, had a lot to say about it. Although no one understood what she was saying. Her two favorite words are "Noooooooooo" and "Twooooooo," and we quickly decided those wouldn't work. Emerson had lots of great ideas. Three were sticking with him for a while though: 1) Sparkle, 2) Buckeye Colt, and 3) Canker. We weren't loving Sparkle for a boy. Buckeye Colt felt just a little too sportsy. And Canker...well...it's gross.

So on our way back home with this adorable puppy, Emerson tossed out Grover. Jason responds to him, "Grover Cleveland?" And Emerson yells, "YES! Grover Cleveland!" Well, apparently that wasn't long enough, so Emerson thought he should also have the same middle name as him, and of course our last name.

Emerson's excitement is so contagious! His ear to ear grin just makes me melt.

One tired puppy.

Eskimo kisses. She could not get enough of her new friend.

And this is my household. This poor puppy had no idea what he was getting into!

Cornered with love and affection.

We love him so. Scarlet and Emerson can't get enough of him! As you can see.

Emersonisms - November Edition

I've said it before, and I'll say it again...I can't make this stuff up. Enjoy.

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"I didn't eat my meatball sandwich for lunch because I only like my meatballs with cheese and missketti."

Really, "missketti"? I have no idea how we screwed up that one. Also, for the record, he ate two the night before.

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And just a week later, we were having missketti's culinary cousin, beezahnia. Yes, lasagna. I corrected this one, and he then corrected me, back to beezahnia. Now I don't feel so bad about missketti, since there's clear intention to his errors.

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Another recent food discussion he and I had, while he was sampling chocolate no-bake cookies.

Emerson: "This cookie tastes like brains."

Me: "How do you know what brains taste like?"

Emerson: "I had some last night. In California."

Me: "What were you doing in California?"

Emerson: "Dancing."

Me: "What kind of dancing?"

Emerson: "The cha cha."

Me: "Just throw the cookie away, Em."

He used to love no-bake cookies, almost as much as I do. Also, I have no idea how he knows what the cha cha is. Or why he thinks eating brains has anything to do with dancing.