Our dog, Madalyn, thinks Rhett is the best thing ever because he feeds her HIS food nonstop. I bet if I calculated it, I'd be surprised as to just how much money I waste on food for "Madalyn". Watch closely as he slips her a piece of cake.
I was talking to my sister on the phone the other day. I knew it was too quiet. Here's what I found when I bravely opened Grant's door once I hung up... Grant had gotten the little bale of hay that's used as a decoration in his cowboy room down from its shelf and the two of them had a "hay day" with it.
Rhett has NEVER played in the fireplace until last week... Yip - that's a Dirt Devil in his hand. Since he had it out, he had to help pick up the mess.
He's SURE he can do all things with his baby muscles.
I Caught him hiding in the corner eating a frozen corndog. He was not interested in cooking it either. He chowed down on that cold thing, and all the while Madalyn hoped he would drop it.
But oh, how sweet he truly is.
This is something new: Yesterday he took me by the hand, led me to his room and told me he and Grant's bear wanted "Up". Once he was "Up", he proceeded to change Bear's diaper. The funniest part, although I did not catch in on film, is when he was wiping Bear's back-end and said, "Eeeeewwwwww!" I guess I say that a lot when I change the poor kid's diaper.
Rhett loves to run around the island in the kitchen in the hopes that Madalyn will chase after him. He's done it a million times, and not once has Madalyn joined in the game. Maybe the one millionth and one time she'll follow.
At the end of the day, how can you not love this precious always-getting-into-trouble baby?
