Lindsay, Claire, myself, and the kids took a walk at Jabish Brook today. There was a little nip in the air, reminding me that there is absolutely no better time of year here. The water that Ben and Josh were tromping around in must have been freezing, but no complaints from them on that front.
Ben and Eli spent the afternoon sleeping, Josh spent it whining about various things. We had some fun anyways, in small bites.
Then the real excitement started. My mother decided to get a puppy. A three month old, silky, tiny Toto. Not only did she decide to get a puppy, she decided to let Ben come with her to pick it up. Not only did Ben get to ride along as she was picking up the puppy, Ben was actually allowed to NAME this puppy.
There was a bout of carsickness, and thus a bout of wearing a "Hollister" sweatshirt seven sizes too big, but these were small prices to pay for this incredible privilege.
Josh did not get to go, and was devastated. I really couldn't blame him, so I gave him some juice and sat with him while he watched "Little Bear." Twice. He rhythmically squeezed my hand and leaned his head into my side.
We had pizza with the Clifts and just after bathtime, Grandma returned with the puppy. All former sadness dispelled, Josh petted and kissed him. He lay like the puppy, panted like the puppy, put his sweet little hands around the puppy's jowls. He fell in love.
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