We puppysat Lance - Great Froggygrandma's greyhound in Laguna over the weekend. He's a very gentle dog and patiently tolerated Froggy's teasing with the bone. She thinks it's hilarious to show the dog a treat, let him come very close, even lick the treat, and then run away squealing and giggling, saying "Puppies, puppies!!!" It was nice to get out of the city, but being in an un-babyproofed house is a little like walking an elephant through a lightbulb store. I don't know how many times FD and I yelled, "Don't!" or "Stop" or "Noooo, for the love of God!"

Traveling with Froggy's meds, nebulizers, has become second nature. FD and I are a great team, packing all the essentials. But when we left on Sunday, we forgot to pack Buddy! Poor guy. We left without him, and the security guard at the bottom of the hill said, "did you forget somebody?" Great-GrandmaFroggy had called down to remind us that our first baby was still hanging with his cousin Lance.

Totally unrelated, I have to brag a little. I am basking in the glow of my clean hardwood floors. Humor me, but I get excited about the little things. Aunt "N" and Uncle "R" gave us two housecleanings for Christmas. I've never had anyone clean for me and I thought I would be nervous having a stranger scrub my dirt. But oh no, it was wonderful!

I can't tell you how great it feels to walk down the hall without stepping on something crunchy or picking up a tumbleweed of cat hair on my socks. Tomorrow the house will be messy again, but for now, I'm living in the moment of lemon Pledge and Murphy's oil soap bliss.