Today I'm going to work on cleaning up the living room and washing the dog beds. Like I've mentioned before - dog bed washing is pretty traumatic around here... so we'll see if we can actually do it without large amounts of dog sadness.
Well, I just got up real quick and put the dog beds in the washer, and returned to this:
Abby (the one laying down) is not only sad that the dog beds are gone, but I also pulled the gate so she can't go upstairs and sleep on the guest room bed. She is PISSED. Henry won't lay down for the next 2 hours until the beds come back. He is spoiled.
Hulk is sleeping now, so I'm going to relax and knit a bit on the sweater I'm making him. I only have 2 blue sweaters, and one is already too small, if you can believe it. So I want to make sure he has a few hand knits to get him through the winter! OK. That is a bit of a lie. He has 3 other good 'boy' sweaters - but they aren't BLUE. He needs blue ones. : )
ETA: I also realize that Friday was really 4 WEEKS and not a month. Today is Hulk's one month 'birthday'. I chalk up the mistake to baby brain. All the stuff I wrote on Friday holds true!