The little guy started out totally freaked out by the new place and the loudness of the dogs. Once, he warmed up though, he fell in love. Puppies to cuddle and give kisses, to chase and make bark.
They loved him too. Madison especially loved him. Her only previous introduction to little boys was the time my godson chased her around the back yard with a hammer, so I wasn't expecting much. But she put her paws up on his shoulders and licked his face until he yelled "Yucky!"
He's sweet and cute, like most 2 year old kids. Hyper and happy, pouty and miserable. He's a doll. The other night, I handed him my camera and let him go wild. I had room for 10 shots so I knew he couldn't do much damage. Now I have 9 shots of fuzzy things I should recognize, and one picture of him.
I love kids. Other people's kids alternate between making me want a million of them right away and making me want none of them. Ever.
I am participating in NaBloPoMo for November. Why? To entertain you. This is all for you. You're welcome.