Giving Props

I have mentioned my puppy Berry many times on my blog. I've mentioned the fact that she is a puppy, and that she drives me (and Buster) bonkers, I rarely ever give her the props she deserves.

She is awesome with C-Bizz. He climbs all over her and she does nothing.

He pulls her hair and she just takes it.
Rib punches don't affect her love for CB.
She thinks he is just as cute as we do.
How could she not?
C-Note loves his Berry. He lights up when she is around.
And he is sad when she is outside and cannot play with him.
"MOM, I want to go outside with Berry. You are lame."

"Just kidding, Mom. You're not THAT lame."
I've actually come to rely on Berry quite a bit because my sweet baby is a wild man and she is super protective of him. (Note the crazed look in his eyes).
I'll need all the help I can get! (At least he's climbing the shelves for books:)

It's strangely quiet and I can't see Berry or Carter (even though the entire room is fenced in) so I'd better go see what they're up to...

Goodnight!

Rain, Rain, Go Away

Today was a miserably rainy and disgusting. CB and I got pretty stir crazy. Billbo was out of town for the day for a baseball tournament, so we were stuck in the house with nothing to do.

For a while, C-Money entertained himself creeping underneath the bouncy seat and jumper.

"How did I get under this thing?"

"How do I get out from under here?"

C-Note and Berry wanted to go outside, but it was just too rainy all day.

Berry got tired of waiting for the rain to stop, but C-Bizzle remained hopeful.

"Go Away, Rain!"

Finally, C's stir craziness started to get the best of him. When I couldn't keep him out of the fireplace, I decided we needed to get out of the house to do something, rain or shine.

Carter made me do it, Billbowski. How can you say no to that face?

He didn't understand why I let Buster and Berry out but he couldn't go outside with them.

So we went to Target. Oops. I should have known better than to go there as it is impossible to leave without spending the entire contents of your checking account and more.

Like I said, CB made me do it.

Once we got home, C hit the juice.

Clearly, he hasn't learned to handle his drinks.

Maybe I should have some "juice," too.