Snuggle

Dear Babies,

I know that you often shred your puppy pad so I can pick up the pieces that you've thoughtfully scattered over the kitchen for me when I get come from work.

I know that you sometimes confuse the carpet for the pee pad.

I know that Bear sometimes bites too hard and Bitty wiggles into places she doesn't belong in.

I know that you have a fascination with chewing the edges of my pants, the table, my shirt, Ben's shirt, the blanket, the couch--really, whatever is handy.

But....

I know that your little tails nearly fall off every morning with excitement when you see me at the baby gate.

I know that Bear trails me across the house, always one step behind mine.

I know Bitty curls her head in the crook of my elbow and sighs softly.

I know that Bear sits on my feet while I cook, staring up at me adoringly.

I know that Bitty only gets really excited when Ben walks in the room. Her eyes never leave him.

I know that you both love to pounce on leaves outside and carry them proudly in your mouths.

I know that you curl up in my lap every morning during breakfast and sit on my stomach while I'm trying to do situps.

I know that at work I count the hours until I can come home and see your hopeful little faces.

And I know that no matter how much you might chew, pee or break my heart when you cry when I walk out of the room...

That I am utterly devoted to you furry little fuzzballs. So is Ben. He just doesn't admit it as fast.