So, I went and did something very impulsive today, but I have nary a regret. I now am the owner of a beautiful registered little Maltese Terrier puppy (all 5 pounds of her). The breeder has been calling her Lilac, but I may change it. She answers to "pup-pup-pup" spoken in quasi-falsetto/baby talk tones and she is about the sweetest, cutest little pup I've ever seen! My hubby is due back from a business trip to Texas tomorrow night. Will he ever be surprised!
I love that hubby shares his grandkids so generously with me, but hate that they're all in Texas and we hardly ever get to see them, unlike my own little Lily and Rowan who live less than an hour away.
I remember holding Dylan when he was only a few days old and thinking he was the most cherubic little thing I'd ever seen. Now he'll be nine and becoming quite the little man. Happy Birthday Dylan!