An ongoing conversation:

Maya, would you like some breakfast?
NO!
Would you like something to eat?
Yessssss!

I wonder what the meaning of “breakfast” is in her toddler mind? How has it become something that somehow doesn’t involve eating?

Tylenol meltaways, at first glance, seem to be a fantastic idea. I mean, you get meds into a teething toddler who typically otherwise spits liquid medicine back out at you.

The “good idea” part comes into question when said toddler starts to beg for Tylenol, because pink bubble-gum flavored meds seem SO much like candy.

Maya’s two side incisors are coming in just enough now to become part of her smile (barely). Dear lord, it’s cute.

Dogs, plural. Soon to be Dog, singular.

Clay, my not-a-bitch dog, has snapped at Maya a few times here and there, and I’ve kept an eye on it, but until recently it’s been nothing I’ve worried much about. Until this past weekend. There was food involved, and I know that’s something I can manage…but he drew blood, and that is my personal place to “draw the line.” At the end of this month, we’re taking a road trip to Tucson to return Clay to his breeder.

What makes this even more difficult is that Clay seems to know. He’s been on his best play-bowing and generally being cute behavior ever since Saturday. Oh, puppy, do you have to make this so difficult? It’s been a wonderful five years, and I’ll miss him horribly. But, he’ll have a wonderful home, and if he stays with his breeder, perhaps he’ll even get to run agility. That dog *loves* agility.

On the bright side, this gives Maya and me and excuse to visit family in Albuquerque on the way down and back.

When I pull this site up, Maya looks at the profile photo and exclaims, “baby!”

Think it’s time for me to update? Really?