It's been a crazy week being maxed-out and all. Work plus home renovations plus three freelance assignments plus H plus a nasty stomach bug that attacked me yesterday. Not only do I feel short on time, but on energy, patience, and electrolytes.
Poor H had to deal with me yesterday after school, and thank goodness he's getting old enough to entertain himself for a few moments. While I laid on the ground next to him randomly interjecting things like "Good job, buddy" and "Whoo hoo," H chewed on his Sophie, banged around some blocks, and attempted to take apart a few board books. When those lost their appeal, in stepped babysitter to the stars, F. Yes, the 13-pound doxie.
H + F = Hilarity. H thinks that the dog is the best toy EVER. The dog can do no wrong. She is heaven on four stubby legs.
F thinks that the baby is a very odd disturbance. Some days she's all into licking him to death, others she could not be bothered to look his direction. Many times, both moods end up with her trying to shove herself between me and the baby in a bid for ultimate cuteness supremacy.
They really are good buds, though. H always wants to touch the pup, and she's calm and good enough to take it. Because H hasn't exactly mastered petting yet. It's more like a slap across the face. And a pull on the ears. And a pinch on the side. And God bless her, the dog takes it.
Last night, thankfully, they were in good form. F was content to play by herself in the form of pouncing on her pink elephant and making it squeak. And H was content to watch this mini circus. And then W came home and saved me from my pukey self.
Now to catch up on everything I didn't do yesterday while willing my Canada Dry to stay down....
I read it! You are sorely underappreciated! And Jacob loves Sidney, our 40lb black mutt. It is a similar relationship to your pair. Hope you fell better, Mel.
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