Life with three kids three and under has been busy.
OK, so one of my kids is a dog. But still, he's a lot of work.
It's true what they say: golden retrievers are smart dogs. Even at the ripe old age of 10 weeks, Bailey is catching on very quickly. He already goes to the door when he needs to go out for a potty break. I hesitate to call him 'house trained,' but still... Impressive, no?
He seems to have the puppy biting (mostly) under control and realizes that the kids are not his litter mates (no jumping allowed). Of course, he's a puppy and needs frequent re-direction. But he responds well.
I think he's going to be a great dog. That being said, I'm sort of ready for the puppy stage to be over. What do I have - two years to go? Sigh...
Bailey had his first ice cream a few nights ago. He was a fan. But, Bailey is a fan of most all things edible (and sometimes inedible).
Bailey doesn't enjoy going for walks, doesn't know what to do in the kiddie pool, and looks at us with utter confusion when we throw tennis balls. But he loves the sandbox. LOVES. Me thinks our September beach trip will be a huge success.
Today, Will painted rocks for our garden. Come on, don't laugh. It's a craft so simple you wish you had thought of it. Right?
Apparently Bailey likes to paint, too. Who knew?
Just, no pictures, please.
Tomorrow the kids and I are packing this joint up and heading on an impromptu weekend journey to Massachusetts to see family.
Mike and Bailey (and Chewie) are staying behind. I'm only a little jealous. What would I do with 4 days to myself? Go to the pool, watch movies, read books? I can't even imagine. Maybe someday.