Plus Dante is going through a ‘toddler day’. You know, the days where he throws every bit of reasonable behavior to the wind in exchange for the unbridled joy of flagrant disobedience followed up by acting like he’s all sweetness, innocence and love. I cannot WAIT until he grows out of this.

On a related note, my father mailed me my baby book and I went through it. Apparently, of my first eight words, ‘doggie’ and ‘barking’ were two of them. In fact, ‘barking’ was apparently my first word. So I guess I really have loved the hairy smelly rambunctious critters all my life. The snoring cuddly little fuckers.