On the Move

Got my nephew and niece-in-law and their toddler visiting for a few days. The baby is nineteen months old. (Youngest grandson  is now six, and you forget how it is with a toddler. It comes back pretty fast ...)

A complicating factor is, the baby and our boy dog share a name. Call one, the other comes to see what you want ...

So the dogs are trailing around behind the baby, trying to herd him. And of course, he is constantly on the move, playing, babbling, sometimes screaming for joy. And toddlers love danger, of which there are kinds you also tend to forget. No, you don't want to stand up on the dog ramp there, you'll tumble right off. Um, if you slide off the bed like that, you'll probably fall and clonk your head, c'mere ...

Keeps you alert.

We are pulling up the decorative stones we laid under the overhang out front, to plant things, and we set the pavers in sand, which gives us a nice sand pit. Babies love sand pits ...

I have to go take a shower, quick, before baby patrol begins again. 

Never a dull moment.