I've forgotten what it's like to have a baby in the house—the middle of the night disturbances, the toilet training, the toddler-proofing of the home, the naptimes, the toys all around the floor, the feedings...
As a grandmother of mostly adult children nappies are a thing long in the past, but now I've signed on for a new baby. I brought home a puppy on the weekend and my life is going to be different. No spur of the moment outings, no naps unless baby is firmly on my knee where she can't get into trouble and constant trips outdoors for toilet training no matter how hard it's raining.
Luckily Clio (named after Clio, daughter of Zeus and Muse of History) slept the night through right from the beginning. She only wakes in the night if I do and them after a quick bark she's off to sleep again. She spends the night in a crate beside my bed since the bed is the private domain of Zoey, my calico cat. Zoey's nose is a little out of joint and she has to have some things that are hers alone—not to mention a place to escape an exuberant puppy.
Clio loves every living thing on two or four legs. On a walk she greets everyone with a nearly uncontrollable tail-wag. That bodes well for her socialization. She's made a play friend of Grizzly, one of my daughter's toy poodles but Nikki wants to stay well out of her way, thank you. He's in agreement with Zoey. I'm sure in time that will change. We'll work on it in baby steps.
Now everything I do, I do with one eye trained for the actions of a whirling bundle of fur. Plotting and first drafts are barely manageable but the concentration for editing eludes me at the moment. So—if you find typos in this blog, blame it on Clio. I know I will.
As a grandmother of mostly adult children nappies are a thing long in the past, but now I've signed on for a new baby. I brought home a puppy on the weekend and my life is going to be different. No spur of the moment outings, no naps unless baby is firmly on my knee where she can't get into trouble and constant trips outdoors for toilet training no matter how hard it's raining.
Luckily Clio (named after Clio, daughter of Zeus and Muse of History) slept the night through right from the beginning. She only wakes in the night if I do and them after a quick bark she's off to sleep again. She spends the night in a crate beside my bed since the bed is the private domain of Zoey, my calico cat. Zoey's nose is a little out of joint and she has to have some things that are hers alone—not to mention a place to escape an exuberant puppy.
Clio loves every living thing on two or four legs. On a walk she greets everyone with a nearly uncontrollable tail-wag. That bodes well for her socialization. She's made a play friend of Grizzly, one of my daughter's toy poodles but Nikki wants to stay well out of her way, thank you. He's in agreement with Zoey. I'm sure in time that will change. We'll work on it in baby steps.
Now everything I do, I do with one eye trained for the actions of a whirling bundle of fur. Plotting and first drafts are barely manageable but the concentration for editing eludes me at the moment. So—if you find typos in this blog, blame it on Clio. I know I will.
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