Plus, I think our little man is getting ready to grow again. As he is eating us out of house & home these days. Last night, and please don't judge - like I said, it has been a rough week so I wasn't up for fighting about fruit & veggies, J ate 2 hot dogs, 5 oatmeal cookies - small kid sized, a couple handfuls of Doritos’s, and drank 2 Kool-Aid waters plus half of his plain water straw Nuby sippy. He sampled my raw green pepper - promptly spitting it out in disgust, and a carrot off my plate - which he immediately offered to Payton. Sigh...
I had a half of my last Cold Stone visit still in the freezer, because my brain has finally conquered the idea - it's okay to save it for later. So I pulled that out, while J was eating his cookies on the couch while catching a few minutes of "The Goodnight Show" on Sprout so I could
However, one commercial later, and it was me was being stalked by a short little man... Cookies were left on the counter ledge & off he was to join me in the kitchen.
As I cleaned up the dishes, something caught my eye - Yeah, Payton had not forgotten about that left behind cookie, and in retaliation for not being given a cookie - or a bite of ice cream jumped up on the couch & following J's lead for leaning on the back of the couch - shimmied herself right up to eat off the counter like any other member of our family.
I may or may not have wished
Fabulous... Does this mean I have to look forward to a 60lb dog hanging out on my counter now?
Relax, if it does, it means I will be rearranging my living room. As much as I love my dogs, that would be more than I could bare.