Puppy & Baby Alert Levels Unstable

So the Brights loaded up the covered wagon and trekked through the desert to our favorite 5 year old’s birthday party today.   There are two things of note that I’d like to mention.

1.) There were babies there.  Twins – a boy and a girl, and they were beyond adorable.  They’re at that perfect baby age where they are sitting up and considering standing, but they’re really not that mobile yet.  They giggle and grin and are fascinated by everything.  I lay on the floor with them for a while and played, and God help me I could feel my womb expanding.  I even went so far as to voice the fact that I wanted one.  The real kicker was that they smelled like cake.  Now that’s hardly fair, in fact, it’s  bordering on cruel.   

However, those little eggs shriveled right up when I noticed the Mommy and Daddy of those twins packing up to go home.   I remembered lugging the baby seat, and the mini high chair, and the 85 pound bag of baby essentials that you can’t leave the house without.  I’m good now.  We’re lowering the Baby Alert Level back to yellow.  I’m not quite ready to dip all the way back to blue yet, but it’s my night to give Sassy and The Bandit baths so we should be safely back to green by morning.

2.)  We’ve all heard about the Demon Dog at Isabella’s house.  I finally met Max and My Honey and I were much amused by this dog.  It was perfectly well behaved they entire time we were there.  Max would think about standing up and Isabella would say, “Max, go sit next to Grandma” and we were absolutely amazed that he would go do exactly that.  We had no idea dogs did this.  When we try to tell Roscoe to go sit down, we  have to yell each word singly as he zooms by  on another lap, baying like a fool with his tongue lolling out.

“Rosco………….go……………sit…………..down!” 

Isabella tried to tell us that Max chews on everything.  No, actually Roscoe chews on everything.  EVERYTHING.  I can’t emphasize this enough.  He will chew on soft things, hard things, sharp things, things that taste bad, even things that are still moving.  He has eaten whole squash, pumpkins, onions, a chili pepper (that gave me no small amount of amusement, I’ll tell you), entire loaves of bread, scads of cookies, a box of cereal, spaghetti and lasagna noodles, to mention only a few things.  No toy is safe.

With Roscoe, commands are really more of a compromise. 

“OK, you can chew on everything just not on the cat.”

“OK, you can knock down one kid but not both of them.”

Not only that, I will bet you a million dollars, Max doesn’t climb up on the kitchen table to take a nap.