Puppy Dog Tails

 Two boys. Well, three really.  But Geoff is at work, so date night was with THESE TWO tonight.  Target always provides excitement, especially for Hugh who loves (and I hate) the carts with the seats that he can climb in and out of.  We bought a bag of hot popcorn, and Hugh was certain heaven and earth had met.  Graham was kicking away in the Bjorn, and I was trying to cross things off the grocery list.

Hughie was just chattin' away as we cruised from one isle to the next.  Tonight he was full of important questions.  Such as, "Duz Mary Poppins have teeth?" "Do horses poop?"(he went to a horse refuge with Geoffrey today, and apparently this had a BIG impact on him) "What's dat man doin'?"

Graham is all coos and double chin tonight.  He loved bathing with Hugh and now is sound asleep.  Nothing is more wonderful than your own sleeping baby, right?

 And apparently there is a puppy dog tail under Hugh's bed.  He has announced that he has a "doggy under my crib".  He then declared his name to be "Crescent". (We were working on shapes this week.) We've heard about him three nights in a row.  We'll see how long he sticks around.  So far he's best pet ever!