Just Another Tuesday

Isn't there a clever saying about noise being a good thing, and quiet equaling trouble? I turned two pages of a magazine and turned around to find The Squirms happily playing in Tanner's crate, with his tennis ball dumbbell. Please keep in mind Tanner is a dog. So, what I'm saying is that The Squirms was playing in a dog crate.

I think she may think she is a puppy - like how Tanner thinks he is a human baby.

This face. It's difficult to limit how many kisses I give her each day. Especially when she's so pleased with herself for finding a new place to play. And her dress is soaked down the middle from spitting playing-like-she's-a-fountain with her juice.

Isn't this new play house so amazing?

She also had her 15 month check up today! I would feel sentimental about 15 months passing, but she gets better by the day so I just took pictures of her playing in a crate instead of weeping over the fact she won't be still for more than two seconds for me to rock her.

Just to be clear: dog crates. 

Then. She got in, she climbed out, she got back in. Then she decided she could no longer get out on her own and desperately needed help. Such a cutie when she cries for no reason.

I need my mommy. And she's just taking pictures of me. While I'm crying.

P.S. Don't mention this to Tanner. He would be really stressed out. Even more so than he already is - we did have a thunderstorm today and he tried to jump into the bed with me, which also means he'll need his arthritis pain meds tonight.