Two more weeks until I take Wally to my mother and bring Christopher back to Texas for the summer. Trading the little baby for my almost grown baby. Good trade! Neither sleeps much but the grown baby can be up and not bother his mother.
Wally has hit the stage of puppydom where everything must be trashed. It's on my last nerve and I am afraid my mother won't like him much. Every two minutes I find myself yelling "Wally! NO!" She thinks he will keep her busy and give her something to do. She has nooo idea. He still has cute moments like swimming in the pool. He's quite the swimmer! Like any baby, he's cutest when he's sleeping.