Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Booker and Chewie playing with the grunting hedgehog.
Chewie, about 8 weeks old.

Ahhh, nap time.

This is probably going to turn into a "mommy blog", so if you don't care, don't read. :)

Nap time. One cannot appreciate this phrase until one has a puppy (or a baby, from what I have heard). I only work 3 days a week outside of the house so on the other 4, I am the puppy entertainment. Two of those days, it is just me and Booker because CK gets to escape to work. On these days, Booker and I look forward to 11:30 because that is when the puppy is starting to slow down. As soon as he closes his eyes for a few seconds, I wisk him into his sleeping crate in our bedroom, turn off the light, shut the door, and lower the tv to about 6 so he can sleep until about 2:00.

This not only gives the puppy some rest, it gives Booker some Mom-time and me time to pick up the house, do dishes, take a shower, and not clean up pee.

I have decided that having a puppy is far more work than having a baby (once again, from what I have heard). Having a baby is going to be no sweat! Babies are immobile for many months and potty into handy receptacles! They also don't have razor teeth which they use to play with your hand/toe/shoe/pants/cheek/chin/nose...

Ahh, nap time. The clock is ticking, I have less than an hour left, so I better get something done.