We got the shaft

Now, word on the street is that there are actually some toddlers out there that actually EAT!! Not our toddler. Brandon is the worst eater. And you know what that means...slim pickings in the droppings department. Now I have been trying to convince my mom to force Brandon to try steak or sausage or maybe some pork. I mean, he will eat the occasional bacon or burger, but how is a Bugg supposed to sample the finer things when you are at the whim of such a selective someone??? Plus, our toddler is starting to get really tall. How are Molly and I supposed to grab food out of Brandon's hands when that hand continues to get so much further from the ground? Luckily, we still have Paige. She's a shorty. But she is also an instigator. She will just give us the food. Just throw it there on the ground for us to eat, but then she cries as if we took it from her. We get in trouble....naughty little instigator! For now, I guess we will have to be satisfied with the waffles, gold fish crackers, and Cheetos. But I will still be dreaming of tri tip!

Riding in Cars with Buggs

There is nothing a dog loves more than a car drive. Now, I am not one of those "let the wind run through my ears" kind of dog. But I do love to accompany my favorite guys--my dad and Brandon--wherever they may go. I just climb into Paige's car seat, hold my brother's hand, and watch a movie on the DVD player. Or occasionally, I will climb into the front seat and let the air conditioning blow into my eyes. Even more occasionally, I will jump right into my dad's lap, just in case I need to take over the wheel. The best part is, no motorist would ever mess with us, once they saw my ferocious underbite. Motorists beware!!!

Nevada or bust!!

Another great trip to visit my Grandpa Hal and Grandma Laura...and of course, my favorite, Cody! They have a brand new pool and we were tasked with breaking it in! We did good....

 Nothing like some good Las Vegas sun

 My idol, Cody

Brandon playing "tugboat" with the Buggs

Just call me "dog"

I don't know how my mom did it all these years. She tended to the kids' every need, nursed them, changed them, loved them...and neither kid said "mama" until after they were one year old. They said "dada" by about 6 months. I mean, I guess I should feel pretty validated that both kids said "dog" as their first word. But now, Paige seems to favor Molly. She says Molly now. She just calls me "dog." I am the one who sits by her side at all times. I am the one who is close by for all of her milestones. I am the one who sits at my mom's feet as she nurses Paige at night. Oh well, I guess I will just have to accept the many hugs and squeels of delight as a sign that she loves me. In the meantime, I will just answer to "dog."