A Day at a Time

It's becoming my mantra. Take it a day at a time...ommm...
Last night the de-worming that our puppy had ended with a spectacular result--the exit of the worms. So he feels much better and I have an image branded in my head that I really didn't want.

Jake is deciding this is a good time to push every button and test every rule that exists. In between being utterly charming and loving.

Phoebe alternates between jamming both hands in her mouth and drooling, screaming and arching her back, and demanding to nurse. Even though she is, technically, weaned. But who cares about technicalities when you're teething?

Oh yeah, and that other big guy in the house, the one I married, I think he looms around in the background wanting some sort of attention too.

A day at a time.

Baby Critters

Baby creatures amaze me. Humans and canines alike.
How can they be so cute, so precious, so loving... and yet so FULL of POOP? Where does it come from?

Their tummies appear to be fairly small. They don't eat whole lot, really. I guess it's the frequency of the eating that requires the frequency of elimination. All over the place.

So how is it that they are so stinkin' (literally) cute that you just can't get or stay mad?

Fortunately, puppy and baby kisses are worth more than gold, more than diamonds. They're even worth more than sleep, and that's saying something!