Most of you know Chava our wondermutt. Most of you also know that he doesn't score big points with me most of the time and I have come to the conclusion I will like him when he is about 5 years old and much more mellowed out, but for now we dealing with him and all his puppy-ness (is that what you call it??).
The problem: The post-baby-meal clean-up.
Most dogs lick the floor clean when food has been thrown all over it, no matter what the food is....right?? NOT CHAVA. The girls are pretty much eating only finger foods (umm...more like whole handfuls of food and only 1/4 of it makes it to the mouth foods) so most of the time there are piles of hummus, avacado, cottage cheese, ect on the floor and on thier highchair tables. So everynight, when I put them down to bed, I give Chava full access to clean up. Some nights, he walks into the disaster area, and walks right out. I am not even kidding. Other nights, he fishes out the Cheerios and leaves the rest for me to scrape. On a good night, he will eat about 75% of the leftovers and leave all kinds of crumbs and other food pieces all over the floor and highchairs.
Why did I get the broken dog??
One thing he will try to lick out of the girls hands, between the rails of the baby gates are thier teething cookies and toasts. If you aren't watching, and that toast gets close to the "other side" of the gate, its licked out of thier hands and on the kitchen floor. At which point the girls will try to reach out and take thier toast back, covered in Chava slobber, dog hair, and all kinds of other nasty crap.
Ok, I will leave Chava alone because they do love him since he is such a spaz. They laugh wildly at the sight of him chasing his ball and all of that. He gets excited when he sees them coming in from a walk and gets this pep in his step. He better get use to sweet potatoes and tofu. Thats all he is going to be seeing for awhile.
In other news Lily officially babbles "Mom-mom-mom-mom" which of couse makes my day although she says it to everyone, but I think says it more when I am home. Reese is more of a "ba-ba-ba-da-da-da" kind of girl, so sooner or later we all knew it was inevitable she would say "dada" first right? She is making major progress in walking, and now takes 2-3 (sometimes 4) steps without holding on, and then faceplants. This is usually done with some momentum, but it is scarey to see none-the-less. I was talking to a friend at work, whose son just turned 1 and has started cruising. I was so jealous, then I realized that all of this running around is probably helping me loose my last 5 pounds before Jamaica.
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