My husband told me that he felt like I wasn't respecting his "babies" because I was not photographing their growth. That would be the hops growing up the side of the house. His babies. For the love of God and country, what the hell is he talking about and how does he expect me to get anything done if he sits in front of that damn XBox playing Grand Theft Auto San Andreas from the second he gets home until he goes to bed?
Moving on...E has discovered that he cannot put EVERY part of his body into his mouth (so many things to say, but I'm just going to let it lie) and he also discovered the inside of Zinni's mouth. This went remarkably better than expected. As a new mother you have all manner of visions of your dog (who couldn't harm anything on his best day) suddenly go rabid and biting your child's arm off. Actually, Zinni foolishly yawned within E's reach and E caught sight of those pearly canines and the big red tongue with the black spot on it. In went his hand. I figured that I would just ride it out and sure enough, Zin just kept his mouth patiently open while E checked it all out with his entire hand and forearm in Zinni's mouth.
Zin had THE MOST BORED LOOK on his face and I could hear his pea-brain saying, "Could you just get his arm out of my mouth?" Oops.
"That's enough, E. Let Zinni close his mouth."