It's a long time. A long time, people.
And then, a year or so ago, I realized those days were behind me and I began to relax. I began to sit down on the couch to drink my coffee out of a real grown up type mug instead of a sippy one. I took all the locks off the bathroom cabinets. I gave away the baby gates and poured the syrup of ipecac into the garbage. I stopped updating my running partner on the number of times Ellie or Katie tut-tut-tutted without having to be told that "big girls take care of their needs."
Jon began to look at me with those eyes.
The children were giving me the same look.
So I caved.
Because I'm a weak, weak womyn, people.
And the next thing you know, my house is the site of a rotating cast of living beings that survive on the strength of their cuteness.
Yes, I am now a puppy sitter.
Hey! Why don't you all check your shoes in case we missed any tut-tut piles in the front yard, hop over my newly purchased baby gate and come on in! I'll introduce you!
|who can't tell the difference between real animals and ones on tv, and must be consoled when she sees either.|
|who requires me to constantly remove gross things from her mouth. Most recently? Chewed gum she found on the sidewalk.|
And this is Fido,
|who must cuddle. At. All. Times. I never get to use the bathroom by myself when he's around.|
And then there's Rocky,
|who refuses to eat unless Ellie makes a trail of his kibble around the house, Hansel and Gretel style.|
We've gotten to know Buddy,
|who eats poop. And not just his own. Enough said.|
And, then there is this little bundle of energy named Bandit,
|who is the reason we don't have nice things anymore.|
We all high fived each other this morning too, when Lucky
|put his tut-tut outside, in the grass! |
Awwww! He's getting to be such a big boy!
Dudes! You know? I should totally tell Mabel about it on our run this afternoon!
And, guys? Last week? A puppy named Rex totally fell asleep in my lap. I'm pretty sure this
|is the definition of a life come full circle.|