Ben woke up this morning and asked me for cookies. Not just any cookies, ones with chocolate chips on them. Having kids doesn't make you fat, having a kid who likes cookies makes you fat!
Yesterday Ben packed his suitcase. He put his blankie and a pair of pajamas in it. When I asked him where he was going, he said "preschool". I thought he would commute his first year but apparently he wants to live on campus.
Chops had a bit of an injury today. The doorbell rang, which promted Ben and Chops to run to the door. The mailman was dropping off some birthday packages that came for Ben. Unfortunately, Chops wiped out on the hardwood floors and ended up doing the splits. She wouldn't, or couldn't, move for about 10 minutes. It was quite scary. Ben kept asking her if she was okay and was gently petting her back. Finally she was able to stand up but didn't put any pressure on one of her back legs. About another 10 minutes went by of us giving her undivided attention. She was finally able to walk. Ben asked if she needed a band-aid. He's so sweet!!
We're gearing up for the big birthday coming later this week. These have been the best three years of my life!!!
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