Hairbows & Rainbows

My blog title. So obviously I have an extremely common last name -- Williams.  All of the normal blog names regarding the name Williams were all taken, of course, so I had to get creative. I wanted my blog title to tie into our family, and here is how it does:

 

Hairbows.  We have like a jillion of these having two little girls. It's practically what their bathroom decorations are! And you will rarely see one of my girls without a bow in their hair. That was easy!

 

 

Rainbows.  Well, if you read my previous post, you know some of this.  Whit and I were headed home from our doctor's visit where we had just found out Ace, our unborn son, had Trisomy 13. We were heartbroken, to put it lightly, but headed home. After we pulled onto Lakeland Drive, you could tell it was raining up ahead. I pointed it out to Whit because we have a little back story about seeing it rain up ahead and he didn't know what was going on, and I enlightened him! But as we got closer, the rain moved over to the side, and I don't believe it even rained on us. But then there it was: a rainbow. A rainbow when we just found out the worst news of our lives, every parent's worst nightmare. Was that intended for us? What were we supposed to make of this?

 

 

Ella started painting/drawing rainbows last year. Is that painting not just a piece of art or what? I'm not gonna lie, I did help her and outline the clouds, but that's it. The rest is all her: the placement, the paint strokes. LOL! I really need to frame it! But rainbows are her thing. During our hospital stay for Ace's delivery, she did not want to leave the hospital, so I asked her to color me a rainbow for my room, and she did.

  





Also, in my previous post, I wrote about the loss of our dear dog, Buckley. I'm not going to rehash how devastated I was, but it was bad. I was medicated for it. While no other dog could ever replace Buckley, I needed another dog in my life. I needed a snuggle buddy for when the girls went to bed. Life without a dog in the house -- or on the couch or in the bed or sitting by the door wanting to go out or going plum crazy because you're back from Wal-Mart -- was not fun. It was empty. Now, if you know me, you know I have a love for dogs. I've rescued a few, and I had a very heavy heart wanting another bred puppy and not a rescue. I did research some rescue poodles but nothing was meant to be. And with us having small children, Whit really wanted to get a puppy.

I searched the internet, and it was looking like it would be months before I would get a puppy. Well, that was way too long for me. I wanted a dog faster than that.  Then I came across a picture of an apricot male poodle who was older and the last of the litter. This is the picture I found on the net. He looked funky, but I still wanted to meet him. I felt like I needed to meet him. I hoped he was meant for us. I felt sorry for him. He was 4.5 months old and didn't have a home yet. Did nobody want him?

 

 

So I set up a meeting with his owner in Jackson. At this point, it had been about 3 weeks since Buck's death. My husband was all "Oh, he's the last of the litter; he's older. Nobody wants him." I told him we were just going to meet him.  Let's just see. Well, we got there, and Whit picked up this little guy, who really badly needed a haircut, and one kiss, and it was over! Whit said, "We'll take him." On the way home, I wondered if he was drugged because he was so calm. But he wasn't.  He had been through a lot. He had had a new family, but one of the kids had an allergic reaction to him and they neglected him and then eventually returned him. Well, their loss was our GAIN!  Ladies and Gents, meet Bo:

 

 

And can you guess what his name is short for?! Yep, rainbow! My thinking was this: when someone miscarries/loses a child, their next child is called a Rainbow Baby. Like the beauty after the storm. Buckley's death was my storm, and Bo was my rainbow. I had his name picked out before we even found him. And wait. There's more. This dude loves to eat crayons, and he even poops rainbows!

 

This little guy was made for us. I wish we could have had Buckley and him both, but we can't. The girls love him, and he loves them to pieces -- especially their toys!  He is very laid back and a total snuggle bug. We are so glad he is with us.

 

I'm not quite sure what to make of all these rainbows, but maybe one day I will. It may mean nothing at all, but I like to think that it does.  And that, my friends, is why I named my blog Hairbows & Rainbows.  Just so you know!