A boy and his dog

Yikes... two weeks since our last update. Sorry, kids, but things have been typically N-V-T-S-NUTS around here lately. Those of you with kids can relate. Those without simply can't. Sorry. We used to think we knew what it meant when people said "your life is about to change." We nodded and acquiesced, but we didn't KNOW. I didn't know for sure until I found myself secretly hoping, when the Red Sox were down 3-1 to Cleveland in the ALCS, that they would lose so I wouldn't have to stay up and watch any more games. Petty? Mabye. Emblematic? You bet your ass.

Meanwhile, Sam continues his climb up his own personal ladder of realization. These pictures are actually from about two weeks ago and document his first legitimate awareness of his older, hairier, 4-legged brother. (More recent pix will come this weekend for sure, something I can promise because for the first time since we got home from the hospital, we have no houseguests!)

Anyway, the evidence, starting with "The Sniff":


"The Lick":


"The Reaction":


"The Reconciliation":


and finally, "The Latch":



Yes, Sam did actually attempt to feed off Finn's nose, something that was much more amusing before Finn was diagnosed with giardia. But so far everyone seems to be holding up fine, so maybe you pretend I didn't share that tidbit and no one calls the Dept. of Child and Family Services on us, OK? OK.