Tummy Time

Sophie isn't quite sure about all this fuss over tummy time.  She doesn't find it annoying in the least.



Two follow ups

1. My child was in the back seat of the car, sweetly sound asleep, when I pulled into Wendy's to order a salad.  He stayed quiet while we waited for all the cars in front of us to order.  As soon as I pulled to the microphone (and before the order-taker had spoken), he started to scream.  I swear, this kid is determined that I shall not eat.  Good thing is cute and is smiling a lot more these days!

2. This morning Drew was crying in his pack-n-play.  Sophie ran out of the room, went to Drew's bouncy seat in the kitchen, and brought him back a new lovie blanket he got yesterday.  No one will ever be able to convince me that she wasn't bringing him a toy to try to make him feel better.  She has never, from the day we got her at 8-weeks-old, picked up ANYTHING (sock, shoes, paper) that wasn't hers.  Love that dog.

When Drew Met Sophie

The hardest part about being in the hospital having Drew was being away from Sophie.  She gets incredibly anxious when we pack bags, and the morning he was born we both packed a bag and ran out of there pretty quick.  I have no doubt she was confused.  My parents stayed in the house while we were in the hospital and said she was just looking for us the whole time.

Anyway, I was very happy to leave that hospital and get home to her.

Mom photographed the homecoming.

I read somewhere that when you bring a new baby home, you should bring the dog gifts, so the dog associates the baby with presents.  So I did, but Sophie could have cared less.

Sophie is getting better and better with Drew every day.  The first night she came RUNNING into our room any time he made a peep.  The next night she came about 1/2 the time.  Now that she realizes he is going to cry basically all night, she stays right on her comfy (and relatively quiet) bed in the living room.  Smart dog.

My First Baby

Two and a half years ago Rob and I went to Town Lake Animal Center "just to look" at puppies.  I think he knew that "just looking" was a fiction (as was  my promise of not begging at all while we were there).

But I saw a weakness in him, and knew we were on track for a puppy.  A couple of days later a 6 week old black lab went on the website, and I went down to stake my claim.  Without ever meeting her.  I just knew she was mine.  The day she turned 8 weeks old, Rob and I came back and took this baby home:

Sophie stole my heart that day, and still has it.  People tell me that your first "baby" turns back into a dog once you have a son or daughter to hold in your arms, but I just can't imagine it.  This dog means too much to me to ever be "just a dog."

She protects me, cuddles up with me, and follows me around the house.  She can wake me up out of a dead sleep with her wet nose under the covers.  If I sit on the floor, she is sitting in my lap within 2 minutes.  She knew before I did that I was pregnant.  

She knows something is up these days, but can't quite figure out why we have been spending so much time in the guest room we were never in, and why there is this new monstrosity (pack and play) in the bedroom.  She doesn't understand why there are new toys in her house that she can't play with.

"What IS all this stuff?"

But don't you worry- while I don't have a bag packed for the hospital yet, I have already bought "presents" for Drew to give to big sister Sophie when he comes home from the hospital. :)