Jason's been on a business trip all week so I've been trying my best to hold things together on my own. Nobody tell him I've been soaking the dinner pots since Monday.
Poppy jumped over the fence to chase a squirrel, Beau escaped out an open garage door, and Jake found and consumed an entire package of English muffins. Packaging included, save for a single twist tie. Oh, and Rey got her head stuck in a package of seaweed snack while Finn followed after her trying to clean her butt. . It's like, when getting all these dogs, I looked back on the semi-impossible toddler days of yore and was like, yes. Let's absolutely do that all over again.
On the other hand, the human children are no longer toddlers or semi-impossible.
Noah was so excited to see sandwiches for dinner he didn't even care that they were technically full of vegetables. Then last night Ike ate two full servings of chicken and was the first one to finish, so he ordered me to text J and report on this truly STUNNING development.
He gave me a huge hug this morning and said, "Remember how great I was at dinner last night? Don't ever forget how great I was at dinner last night."
(The night of the vegetable sandwiches J received a photo of Ike sitting alone at the table an hour and a half after dinner started, casually eating one microscopic bite every 20 minutes. So I think his "don't ever forget how great I was" statement had the unspoken conclusion of "BECAUSE IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.")
But no, they've all been mostly delightful and helpful all week. And Ike is the one who spotted Beau running loose and corralled him back home using the tried-and-true method of chasing him down the street while waving his arms and screaming BEAU GO HOME GO HOME at the top of his lungs, meanwhile his neighborhood playmates ran around in panicked circles because this seems like a GROWN-UP PROBLEM.
(I heard the commotion and ran outside to be the grown-up solution to the grown-up problem, albeit in bare feet, a tank top and no bra. Shockingly, my appearance did not stop the screaming.)
Clowning around for Pink Shirt Day.
Also pictured: Newly heartworm-free Grampy Jake, who has no idea we're cutting his balls off tomorrow, and our beloved Bobi the Chore Robot, who is basically the glue holding this household together at this point.