Today is Monday, May 1, 2017

Luca B. and Me

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Simultaneously caring for my 2-year-old son, J.R. Nacarato III, who is still in diapers, I might add, and our 8-week-old puppy, Luca Brasi, has been an adventure the last two weeks.

I'd like to report today that J.R., Luca and I are all doing well.

Luca came to our family from the state of Georgia. Back in May I went on the Bar Association Field trip with my friend, local attorney Lisa Tomlinson. On the way to Churchill Downs, another great lady, attorney Karen Casey, was telling me about her stepdaughter's Cane Corso (Italian Mastiff) who was expecting puppies. Once the puppies were born, Karen texted me a photo of an adorable black and white puppy.

J.R. saw this picture and it was all over. "My doggie," he said.

Ever since the moment I found out that I was pregnant with J.R. back in 2013, I envisioned his first puppy. I remembered my pets growing up, dogs Copper, Jack and Rocky, and of course, wanted J.R. to have the same fond memories of an all-American childhood like I was blessed to have.

You know what gets cut out of these memories? The behind-the-scenes work my mom, Pamela Garrett, did so that I could have this all-American childhood.

So far, Luca has been a great puppy. He's done well when it comes to waiting to use the bathroom outdoors. I feel like we've really bonded during the 10 trips we take outside each day for him to potty.

Luca has particular tastes. He's going to be huge eventually, so it's important that he eats well now. Luca likes Purina ProPlan Large Breed Puppy Formula, or as I like to call it - the Rolls-Royce of Dog Food.

I didn't buy any new clothes for myself during tax-free weekend - but Luca got a $100 dog crate.

I remember when I was growing up my mother always wore Keds sneakers to run errands. She drove a black Jeep Cherokee and she could fix anything.

As I loaded up the back of my Jeep Cherokee with this box containing the dog crate, and looked down at my own Keds sneakers I thought to myself -"I'm turning into my mother."

I assembled the dog crate and Luca hates it. He cried. Then J.R. tried to get in the crate with his "doggie" but cannot because he's a little boy.

J.R. then stood next to the crate and said, "it's okay, Wuca. It's me, J.R."

It was a precious moment, J.R. comforting his dog.

(Fear not, animal lovers. Luca didn't have to spend much time in the crate.)

Waking up at 5 a.m. to take Luca out, then feed him, then get ready for work, then make breakfast for J.R. and dress him is #momlife. Parents do what they have to do to give their babies a good childhood. I am totally turning into my mom. That's a good thing.

And I appreciate all of her love and sacrifice and caring for my barnyard of animals over the years even more now that I am a mother too.

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