...has been with us for over a week now. And just now was the very first time he hasn't leapt up when I have readied myself to stand up. I mean, it isn't like I suddenly bolt out of the chair, you know. Well, I don't do a grand jete out of the chair - I do more of an old-grandma-with-a-new-knee careful rise. But anytime I have moved in the chair he (and then Kirby) leap up and go with me. Up the stairs, down the stairs, into the bathroom, down to the basement...etc. It gets to the point that I try to stay busy where I am just so they don't follow me everywhere.
But it really has been fun for the most part having him here. There are times, I must say that I look at him and think...this is like having two little kids again with all of their picking and poking and egging each other on. And they do little nips and bites until I smack Kirby in the rear with a kitchen towel, and then they go to their respective corners. For a time-out.
We had the little plastic swimming pool out for a bit. It is a great place for Roman to get a drink of water, but it wasn't warm enough the last few days, and he gets into the pool and stands in it while he drinks (think horse in the river).
Yesterday Peter & I finally vacuumed the kitchen and hallway floor - Peter shook the hallway rug before I vacuumed there. It looked like BERGLUND BEACH. Dirt Dirt Dirt!
So the slobber, the dirt, and the nit-picks at each other (and the gas is amazing) make me glad I am calm and patient with them both. They really have had fun together, and I am glad that we can watch Roman. And I know Roman will be glad to go home and rest!
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