Lily Dawa
Lily nose
A
post not related to the garden (which has gone to sleep for winter anyway): our
little Lily Dawa is growing up, 5-1/2 months old now, just too cute for words.
So far, aside from the myriad newspapers,
magazines, library books, mail, houseplants, lip balms, socks, bras, and
underwear she’s torn asunder, she chewed my eyeglasses to bits, recommissioned
my yoga sandals as chew toys, ate Todd’s favorite L.L.Bean slippers, his boat
shoes, and one of his leather belts, and has torn the fringe off our oriental
wool hand-carved living room rug.
She’s barfed in Todd’s truck 5 times – 4
times on the way to Vermont, and once to Rhode Island. She likes jumping into
bed in the middle of the night, right on your bladder. She’s stubborn; she
doesn’t listen. She bites your feet when you’re walking, trips you as you go
down stairs, and lunges into Todd’s groin when he’s trying to rest in front of
the TV.
Her appetite is growing exponentially; the food bills are crazy. She’s
driving our other dog insane. She tried to eat our hamster the other night.
I
just love her.
And
I miss you Daisy, I can’t wait to see you again, my beautiful, bouncing baby
girl.
Daisy nose
xoxoxo
