Of all Nate’s words (mama, dada, ball, hi, a *weak* bubba), “Dog” is his favorite.
Okay, let’s be honest, the actual dog is his very favorite thing compared to everything else. Even better than balls, which he is still chasing around the house.
Here is my best parenting advice:
If you have a baby, you need a dog.
After the millions of hours of raising kids, this is all I’ve got. Okay, maybe not actually the best advice since one of our kids got her face nearly bit off (twice) by our family dog.
So, here’s the revised version:
If you have a baby, you need a nice dog.
Because the baby will learn to love animals. The dog will clean up the baby mess. As Nate shovels in food (peaches! blueberries! guacamole! crackers! waffles!), Maddie waits open-mouthed at the foot of his high chair.
The mess never even touches the ground.
Pure OGG poetry.
