Ode to Our Firstborn

Poor Wrigley's life has certainly changed. She went from being the only child to having to share her world with a pooping, crying baby. The pitiful looks she gives us when Jude is crying say to us "what is that racket and can you make it go away." They don't call them puppy dog looks for nothing! She also lost her backyard where she partook of her drug of choice, the ball and Chuck-It. She is suffering from serious withdrawals. I have found a field for her to play with her frisbee. The only catch is that we have to load up in the car to get there. So now every time I'm getting ready to go out, she thinks she is supposed to go with me. She shoots me another pitiful puppy dog look when she realizes she isn't going. We tell her often that we'll get her a backyard as soon as we can. Hopefully, that is true. If we could just find a buyer for our Mobile house, we could make that promise a reality.

Some nights I've gone looking for Wrigley and found her curled up in Jude's room.

Look closely at Wrigley's reading material. She's studying up on baby tips.

Curled up next to Jude's Boppy.