As many of you know, we had to say goodbye to Sansa 2 weeks ago. It was completely unexpected and devastating. We got news 4 weeks ago that the sore in her nose was an aggressive cancer called nasal adenocarcinoma. It had grown to the size of a golf ball and was blocking one side of her nose already. Without euthanization, she would’ve suffocated when the other side became blocked. I called a practice that specializes in canine oncology to see about radiation and chemo treatments but the cost is outrageous—$10,000. Our doctor referenced a 3 month time frame without treatment but her nose was constantly bleeding, which happens in the end stages. They were able to burn it with styptic sticks at her appointment but it only lasted about half a day. They said I could bring her out to have it redone whenever needed but I didn’t see much point with the frequency it would require. I just followed her around cleaning up blood all day. She tried to lick it after it dripped on the floor, but she only made it worse. By the end, our house looked like a murder scene. The doctor said she wasn’t in pain but I don’t really believe that and she was definitely anxious. I was giving her either CBD oil or benadryl to help calm her down at night so she could sleep. It’s pure agony watching a family member, human or canine, suffer through cancer. Just watching helplessly, knowing there’s nothing you can do. It is one of the worst parts of life. When her breathing became labored, we decided it was time to let her go, even though it killed us to do so. Philip and I took her out on Friday April 22 while Kim stayed with the boys. We tried to prepare Quinn for what was going to happen by telling him that Sansa was really, really sick and the doctor couldn’t fix her; that she would be gone soon and wouldn’t come back. He knew that Marsha’s dog, Chloe, had died and he still occasionally asks about her. He asked for 2 days if Sansa died yet, even though she was still here then. We told him when we were leaving to give Sansa a kiss and tell her bye because she wouldn’t be coming back. He did but he was excited that Kim was here so I’m not quite sure he grasped what was happening. Sansa was also excited that Kim was here, which made what we were about to do, even harder. Had it not been for the blood pouring from her face, it would’ve felt like a normal day with her. She wanted to say hi and be petted. She was such a people lover. I’m going to miss her coming over and putting her big butt up against me, waiting for me to scratch her at the base of her tail. I’ll miss her silent barks, commanding me to give her the empty toilet paper roll in the bathroom. And her soft ears and beautiful eyes. She was the first dog we ever got as a baby, making me never want another puppy because she was awful at first, but then we did it again with Sophie, who was even more awful 😂. Puppies are the worst. 

Philip and I were there with Sansa at the end; we would never abandon her when she needed us the most. We had her cremated and when I got the call that her remains were back, I was sick to my stomach. I didn’t know how I was going to explain to Quinn what we were doing when we went to pick them up. Sometime after she died, Quinn asked lots of questions, one of which was where Sansa was. We told him she’s all gone and she’s not coming back, but he wanted to know where she died. I told him at the vet’s office. I don’t remember now what he asked but at some point I I was trying to explain on the fly without a forethought out answer and told him that Sansa would come back to us in a different way and we would bury her in the yard. So the day that we went to pick up her remains, to avoid a complicated explanation, I tried to just not answer questions with too much detail. I told Quinn we had to go pick something up and he asked where we were when we got to the vet’s office. I told him. No one mentioned her name and the worker just brought them out to me because she knew me. He didn’t ask what was in the bag and I didn’t volunteer any information. When we got home Quinn said, “Sansa is home now?” I swear to you, that kid blows my mind. I had decided to tell him that the box contained all of Sansa’s love and good memories of us and we would put it in the yard so that we can visit her anytime we want to. I also planned to bury with it a stuffed “baby Sansa” that Sophie had, ironically, chewed the nose of off. It hurt too much to look at it afterwards. 

It will take time to get used to our new normal but we’re slowly adjusting. Sophie seemed really lost at first. She has never been without Sansa. She wouldn’t even go outside at night to pee without her. She sometimes wakes me up to go out, goes to the door but then refuses to go. She’ll run away but then return with Sansa a few seconds later 🤦🏻‍♀️. Sansa really was such a good big sister. Our nightly routine included a can of green beans being split between the girls (they love them), so I was curious to see what Sophie would do that first night. Like clockwork, she heard me getting up from putting Quinn to sleep and came in to tell me it was time for her green beans. Giving them to just her broke me but I was glad she kept the routine anyway. 

We’re trying to get her used to coming outside with us so she won’t be lonely. She wouldn’t at first. She would just run to her crate when we called for her. The last few days she has been venturing out more though. 

It took me a week to get the majority of the blood cleaned up. Finding time to shampoo the area rugs was challenging but having to look at was even harder. On the other hand, it sort of feels like I’m washing away every last trace of Sansa and that makes me sad, too. I remember when Pretzel died, I didn’t want to clean my car windows for the same reason. 

I’ve cried so much, I thought I would run out of tears. I’ve never understood why parents feel the need to hide emotions from their children, at least not with something like this, but I’m not good at it anyway. I understand not burdening children with adult problems—money, family members, etc. but I think we should show emotions when it’s appropriate.  Is this why men think it’s a sign of strength to not cry? Is this where it starts? Holding in emotions doesn’t make me strong-it makes me volatile. I will just build and build until I eventually explode. Quinn seemed very desensitized to my crying anyway. I said that to Philip and he said well he cries all the time. Good point 😅. 

A very sweet gift from our friends, Mollie, John, and Iris. It was a perfectly timed replacement for the one Sophie ruined 🥰

We had a clay paw print made and they saved some of her fur for us. The vet’s office sent us a card with a paw print seed packet to plant in her memory 💜. 

She’ll always be part of our family. Chris got me this beautiful family tree 💜. 

It seems wrong to begin this post with such depressing news and continue with the story of our recent lives, but that’s the thing about life: it always goes on; even when your heart is breaking. 

We’re in the fourth trimester of my pregnancy. Oh, you’ve never heard of it? That’s the 12 week period of adjustment after birth where the baby learns to live outside of the womb. I’m not sure Asher is aware that he is, indeed, living outside of me though, so if someone could inform him, I would appreciate it 😜. He’s awake more often now, which translates to him wanting me to hold him more. Thank goodness for my baby carrier. Philip said to me the other day something like, “I was trying to cook while you were in the shower and I had to hold Asher and Quinn kept wanting things. I don’t know how you get anything done.” My answer? I don’t 😂. I’m finally starting to realize that I can’t do all the things right now. This is a hard reality to accept as someone who cleans and organizes as a way to combat stress (I spent the weekend after Sansa died organizing our storage building—with a baby strapped to me, of course). With the added task of cleaning up blood, I was about to lose my mind most days. Things like blog writing also help me to destress but it takes a ton of mental energy and usually require me to sacrifice sleep to do it, because there’s no way I can concentrate when the boys are awake. I’m struggling keeping up with the house so much that Philip came upstairs from working in the basement the other day and said, “It smells clean in here, is someone coming over?” 😂😂😂. He knows that will get me super stressed..err, I mean, motivated to clean. We couldn’t really have company while Sansa was bleeding but now that we can, I think I’ll pass. Go away and let me live in filth 😂. I’m kidding, I could never live like that, but I’m not gonna pretend like things are getting done as often as they should right now. Oh well. It won’t be like this forever. We’ve decided the necessary adult to child ratio is 1.5 to 1. If we just had another one of us to help do things, that would be perfect. I know some people work that out, if ya know what I mean, but there’s no upside down pineapple on our door so we’ll just keep muddling through 😉😅. I do love pineapples though, but in a completely non-swinger way 😜. 

Thank goodness things won’t be like this forever because Asher had been having a nightly fuss fest, formerly known as colic. Now it has a stupid name—the period of purple crying. No matter what you call it, it’s exhausting and frustrating for everyone involved. The witching hour starts at 7pm and runs until about 10:30, typically. He used to have a feeding frenzy during this time period, drinking tons and tons of milk.  Now he sometimes acts like you’re trying to stick glass in his mouth if you attempt to give him a bottle. He won’t take his bink either. He pushes and grunts and cries for no fixable reason. Fortunately (unfortunately?), he seems to calm a little bit better for me and I can usually get him settled without too much squawking. It’s hard though, because his episodes last through Quinn’s bedtime, so Philip has to take him downstairs to scream while I put Quinn to bed. The only good outcome is that Asher is usually pretty worn out afterwards (as are we!) and he has begun sleeping through the night most nights of the week. When he does wake up during, it’s only once, and I need to pump then anyway. I’m keeping my fingers crossed while saying that this phase may be passing since he has started screaming less and for shorter periods of time 🤞🏻.

A rare moment of sleeping in his bassinet 🤪. 

Quinn woke up and saw Asher sleeping on me and immediately reached out to hold him 🥺🥰. 

This is how Quinn insists on sleeping 🥰. 

My pump and I have a love/hate relationship. I’ve backed milk up into the tubes several times, and I overflow at least once a day because I need bigger bottles to pump into. I’ve spilled milk on the couch because my bottles have fallen off the shields 😩. I’m on par with a cow in regards to my milk production. I’m thankful for that, especially with the recent formula recall and subsequent shortages 😳. I feel for all the parents struggling to find food for their babies. Switching brands and types because you can’t find your regular one is a nightmare and wreaks havoc on babies’ bellies. I recently bought a cordless pump, have used it several times now, and it’s a GAME CHANGER 🙌🏻. It’s so great not being tethered to one spot for 1:30 every day. I wish I had bought this with Quinn because I pumped a lot more often with him. 

The boys are very different with feeding. Quinn never spit up. He was rarely gassy or fussy. He completely stopped latching at the breast once a bottle was introduced though. Asher is still working on it and may be getting better since it doesn’t always feel like he’s going to suck my nipple off. He’s a spitter though and I pretty much always have spit up on me. I change my shirt almost as often as he does 😂. Speaking of changing his clothes, why does no one talk about how difficult it is to dress a baby? Like, he actively works against me, I swear. He bends his arms and locks out his elbows so that I feel like I’m going to break him just to get his hands through his arm holes. His legs are always in the opposite position of where I need them to be, either completely scrunched while trying to zip his sleeper or extended while trying to remove his feet from one 🤦🏻‍♀️. And while I’m ranting about his clothes, someone tell me why in the hell my infant gets pockets on his size NEWBORN pants, and I often don’t?? What’s he going to put in his little baby pockets, his car keys? Maybe his baby cell phone? 🙄 Clothing designers are stupid. He’s growing so much, weighing 12 lbs. 10.5 oz at his 2 month checkup, and already heading toward 3-6 month clothes!

Asher also loses points in the good baby category (🙃) for pooping not once, but twice, in his bathtub, during a single bath. To make that situation even more fun, Quinn kept barging in the bathroom to demand I read him a book at that very moment 🤦🏻‍♀️🙄. I don’t usually get too worked up but that one had me frustrated. 

For the most part, Asher doesn’t stress me out too much most days. That other one, though 😳🤯. I know from my work experience that, to kids, attention is attention, be it negative or positive. Quinn will intentionally do things that he knows he isn’t allowed to do, just to get my attention. It’s verrrrrrrry frustrating. The last few days have had him turning his undesirable behaviors toward Asher, something I hoped wouldn’t happen. I understand that he is dealing with a lot of big changes right now so I try to be patient, but I can’t completely put aside my own feelings about all of these big changes, which makes me less tolerant. I say things I later regret and feel like a shit parent. When he’s not testing me with defiance, he throws tantrums about ridiculous things and sometimes I have to try not to laugh, as these are real problems to him. For example, he was very upset at me one day for cleaning the gigantic glob of ear wax out of his ear, demanding that I “put it back!” He said the same about the dog hairs I took off of his clothes with a lint roller 🙄🤦🏻‍♀️. I had to try to clean him a little though because he’s now refusing to change his clothes or take a bath on the regular. I let him go about 3 days or until he’s visibly dirty, whichever comes first, before I insist on a bath. To make it less of a fight, I start telling him the night before that he’s going to have to take a bath the next day, to which he always replies, “But I don’t want to!” When he wakes up the next day, I remind him that he’s going to have to take a bath. After I pump and make coffee, I tell we all need to take a bath/shower and ask him who he would like to first. He usually chooses Asher but then decides they should do it at the same time. It’s all his idea 😉. He refuses to wear any type of pants but jeans and won’t even consider shorts, even though it’s been in the 70’s 🙄. Whatever, kid, be hot. I don’t care 😂.

When I do finally get him to take a bath, this is what he chooses to do afterwards 🤦🏻‍♀️. 

There was dirt in the wheel barrow and water in the water table. Then there was mud on Quinn 🤔. This stunt earned him a bath he was really unhappy about but he was filthy! 

We’re having a big problem with candy right now, since Easter brought lots of junk to our house. I didn’t put any candy in his Easter basket because I knew he would get plenty at the egg hunts we were planning to go to. We let him have some for a few days but then it got to the point where he wouldn’t eat anything else. He literally said, “I want junk” when we would give him other options for things to eat 🙄. He tried a sort of hunger strike for 2 days, drinking only milk and whining for candy. He may have had some Cheez-Its here and there. By day three, he gave in and ate and didn’t ask for candy. We’re keeping the junk food scaled way down and out of sight. I like to save the junk for fun things—like digging for worms in chocolate pudding dirt or finding a Dino surprise in the yard (Thanks to our neighbors, Tina and Jim 😉. Quinn was so excited to go outside and see that his dinosaur had left him gummies and suckers. It’s fun to make life magical for him 😊). 

Dino surprise! Tina had put a pack of gummies in the dinosaur’s mouth and Quinn got all dramatic about how the dinosaur ate his gummies 🤦🏻‍♀️😂. 

Sharing his haul with his friend, Scarlett.

Asher’s first Easter!

🥰

Their baskets

Quinn got a big boy bike 😊. We were going to wait for his birthday to get it for him but didn’t want him to miss so many nice days where he could be riding it, since it’s not until July. 

I took Quinn to the egg hunt at Bruce Park. Asher stayed home with Dad. 

We went to my brother’s house for Easter dinner and planned to participate in their neighborhood egg hunt. However, Quinn got a sudden bout of social anxiety and refused to gather any eggs. Some of the kids noticed he wasn’t doing it and got some for him. They’re so sweet 🥲. 

Aunt Lulu and Uncle Greg got the boys an Easter basket and after Quinn emptied it, their cat Wicket decided to sit in it. I guess that inspired Quinn to try it when we got home 🤦🏻‍♀️.

Opening his Easter card from Mimi and Pap Brad. I asked him how much money he got and he said, “Fivey-nine!” 😂. That’s his answer to most number related questions. 

Quinn loved the dinosaur puppet Kiki got for him as part of his Easter gift. He decided to use the new toothbrush he got at his dental appointment to brush its teeth since he uses his Burst brush for his 😆. 

On days Quinn’s not channeling his inner Problem Child, he still makes me laugh. He has been curious about my body since seeing me feed Asher from my breast. He told me one day that he wanted to drink like Asher so I told him to go ahead. He came over to me with his tongue out, like he was going to lick me, got really close, but then changed his mind at the last second, saying, “Nooooo,” with a big grin on his face 😂. He calls his penis a “horn,” but we’ve been teaching him the correct name. He got a bit confused one day though, when he burst into the bathroom as I was getting out of the shower, pointed at my crotch, and said, “I see your penis!” 😂😂😂 I corrected him but he still gets it wrong about 50% of the time. Apparently, he thought Story Time at the library was a great place to show off his knowledge. Once they were finished with their snack, the kids went outside to draw with sidewalk chalk. Quinn was making a self described T-Rex when he suddenly grabbed the crotch of my shorts with his chalk covered hands and told me, “That’s your ‘gina.” I said, “Yes, but we don’t touch other people’s private parts and we don’t really need to talk about mine in public.” 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ Life with this boy is never dull. 

Hanging out at the library. 

Drawing his T-Rex. 

Telling me about it, I guess 😂. Miss Tella snapped this hilarious pic of us. 

I told you guys we explained lying to Quinn and wondered how that was going to play out. Well, now he likes when we lie to him. He’ll ask what we’re doing and if we tell the truth (“I’m driving,” for example), he’ll say, “No, you’re mowing,” or something that I’m definitely not doing 🤦🏻‍♀️😂. He has started lying about needing his diaper changed. To figure out if he needs it changed, we ask him what color his line is (it turns blue if he peed). He will say, “Let me check,” and pull down his pants to look. Even if it’s blue, he’ll say it’s yellow 🙄. He’s not good at lying yet though so he always has a big grin on face, giving himself away 😂. 

He’s still spouting, “why?” to everything I say, as if it’s involuntary 🙄:

M: We need to change your diaper. 

Q: Why?

M: Because it has pee in it. 

Q: Why?

M: Because you peed in it. 

Q: Why?

M: 😑

I can’t wait til this phase passes. Another automatic response happens when both Philip and I are home and Quinn wants something but asks whichever one of us is busy. An example would be like this: I’m feeding Asher, Quinn asks me to get him a snack, I tell him I will when I get done, but instead of waiting, he instantly yells for his dad to do it 😂. He has certainly learned how to expedite his requests. He’s such a smart boy, yet he sometimes asks me where his shirt is that he’s wearing 🙄🤦🏻‍♀️. He recently walked RIGHT BY the hamper in the hallway on the way to the bathroom but told me he couldn’t find it. I’m doomed to a life of finding every #%>|€~! thing in this house, living with all men. 

While there are still plenty of problems, one has worked itself out, and that is Quinn’s teeth brushing shenanigans. The solution was to have his dad start doing it 🤪. We didn’t really discuss this switch, it happened because of Asher’s nightly fussiness, because I usually have him right before bedtime, leaving Philip with Quinn’s nighttime duties. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t pull his shit with his dad 🙄 (usually), which is good but also annoying 😂. We’ve talked to Quinn extensively about why it’s necessary to brush his teeth, the main reason being so that they won’t fall out. He may be traumatized when his baby teeth do fall out 🫢. I’ll prepare him for that in a few years, no need to ruin a good manipulation tool in the meantime 😝. He’s very proud of his teeth right now. He often tells me, “Mama, look at my teeth; they’re so pretty!” 😂. My friend, Chris, watched the boys one day while I went to the dentist and when I came home, she said, “I think Quinn took my teeth and grilled them” 😂😂😂. I told her that was likely; he loves to pretend to steal body parts. He also told Marsha she had pretty teeth when she watched them for Sansa’s vet appointment. Quinn likes to pretend to feed things to Asher and when I ask if Ash can eat those things, he always says, “Noooo! He doesn’t have any teeth!” 😂 I think he’ll be super excited when Asher starts getting them.

Sometimes his stuffed animals help brush his teeth, too 😉. 

Quinn was pretending to feed Asher a pizza teether so I had to whip out this book for him. Marsha bought it for Philip when I was pregnant for Quinn because she was worried about him 😜😂😉. 

Sometimes Quinn likes to actually feed him 😍. 

He also likes to put his bink back in Asher’s mouth, whether he wants it or not 🙄. He’s not always accurate with his aim either so I constantly tell him, “Thank you for helping but please don’t stab him in the face with it.” 

He’s very attached to Philip right now, insisting he play with him the moment he gets done working. Philip is able to give him his undivided attention, unlike me, so it’s no wonder. Honestly, they come up with some crazy pretend play scenarios and he is pretty fun 🙂. Pretend play is still Quinn’s favorite and one he does often is fire fighter. This is his outfit:

He makes a big show of putting on his jacket, boots, and hat, and then gets his “ladder,” aka stool, and his fire hose, aka the broken garden nozzle that I kept for him 😂. 

Life has been crazy but we’ve managed to do some fun stuff during the past month. We did a few Easter themed activities:

Scooping eggs 

Magnet letter matching. Quinn loved opening the eggs to see what was inside. 

So then I switched them up and put magnets inside so that he could “catch” them with a magnet stick. Inside the eggs were pieces of paper with different movements to try:

Watching him do push ups was the most amusing 😆. 

When he broke the majority of the eggs (🙄), we stacked them up as targets for trucks to hit as they came out of the tube. 

I made this one for him but honestly, he wasn’t that into it. He can identify all of these shapes but usually gets star and triangle mixed up. 

We bought a Ryan’s World surprise egg that breaks apart into 4 pieces and he practiced putting it back together. 

We also dyed some eggs—wooden ones, that is 😉. I didn’t want to be responsible for eating a dozen eggs so that they didn’t go to waste so we didn’t do real ones. 

I glued magnets to the back and put them on the fridge 😊. 

Once Easter was over, we started focusing on spring things🐛🦋🐇🪺💐

Spring brings rain and rain brings mud. Ugh. We practiced making our own mud by mixing green and red paint in a ziploc bag using trucks. 

Of course, cars started getting stuck 😉, so the tow truck had to help them out. 

We have two nests, one on either side of our house. I’m sure we should probably clean them off the gutters every year but I like to refer to them as our bird hotels. One side has about 8-10 nests stacked on top of one another. This mama’s eggs haven’t hatched yet. 

This mama’s eggs did. And she does not like for me to take pics of her 😂. Every time I try, she gets pissed and leaves the nest. 

Babies waiting on worms 🪱 

When I first noticed the nests and started telling Quinn about them, we found a perfectly intact egg on the ground. Unfortunately, since the nests are so high, I couldn’t put it back anywhere. I’m pretty sure Philip ended up running it over with the mower 🫢. 

Quinn thought that egg was pretty cool so I made him some “grass”—spaghetti dyed green—and put some Reese eggs in it to play with/eat. 

I also made him some nests from rice krispy treats and put an egg in each. He didn’t like the nest part but wanted to eat the eggs. He made sure to first ask, “Mama, are these eggs cooked?” 😂😂😂

We spotted a bird pulling a worm from the ground so I explained how mama birds feed their babies. Then, I made him a sensory experience with gummy worms and chocolate pudding “mud” so he could hunt for worms like a bird. 

Of course, he had to try one. He ended up getting a spoon so he could eat the mud easier. 

Birds weren’t the only things nesting in our yard. A bunch of weeds overtook my garden beds and a mama rabbit made use of it. A nest of what I thought was 2, turned out to be 6 babies! Philip was weed eating along the bed one day and they all hopped out. Our neighbor girl, Scarlett, chased one down and caught it 😂. The rest hopped across the street to another house, where a stray cat got ahold of one. It was mayhem on our street for a hot minute as neighbors were driving by as we were ensuring the safe crossing of the street by baby bunnies 😂🤦🏻‍♀️. It was the most excitement we’ve all seen in this neighborhood since the Suddenlink debacle of 2020. 

I was working on getting those ridiculous weeds cleaned out when I discovered that the pumpkins I threw in one of my beds last year and let Quinn chop up, sprouted their seeds! We’re gonna have about 75 pumpkin plants 😂. 

We made plans to visit a greenhouse soon to buy plants for our garden, so Quinn practiced watering them with his Melissa and Doug garden set that he picked out at Target one time. When given the opportunity to choose a toy, he chose this and made his mama proud 🥹😉. I can’t wait to grow food with him this year! 

~Shameless Plug~

Speaking of gardening, the Farmers Market will be opening in less than two weeks! I’ll be back to manage it this year so be sure to come see us Thursdays 4:30-6:30 at Bruce Park 😉.

Here are a few other activities that we did:

Parking garage: practicing numbers and following directions: “Park the excavator in the green garage in parking spot number 3.”

We built ladders and a platform from popsicle sticks and Quinn used them to play The Floor Is Lava with his bears 😂. 

We used the ladders to make a fence in a zoo. 

I made a Dino shooting range, where he shot them with his nerf guns. 

I had to put a blanket behind so the darts didn’t go everywhere. 

And we worked on scooping and using tongs with my color sudoku board. When Quinn gets a little older, we can use this to make patterns. 

Asher worked on strengthening his neck muscles and making asymmetrical movements with his body on his activity mat,

Figuring out how his tongue works, 

And perfecting his smile 😃. 

Both boys attended their first softball game of the year (Quinn pictured with Link and his friend, Ivy),

Playgroup at the skating rink (I’m thankful to Abe for letting Quinn borrow his bike because he refused to try the skates 🙄 and I didn’t know he was allowed to bring his bike),

They went to see Haleigh in her pretty dress at Prom Walk-In. Seventeen years ago, I held her at my prom walk-in 😳. 

They went to Haleigh’s track meet,

And hers and Kate’s combined birthday party ⬆️ ⬇️

Asher giving her a loving look 😊.

We went on lots of walks. Quinn’s favorite part of going anywhere is the snacks. 

Asher turned 2 months old and showed me just how unimpressed he was with me trying to make him smile 😝. 

We visited Uncle Nate’s new house and somehow forgot to take pictures so I’ll steal this one from

aunt Carly 😜. 

We’ve played outside every day that it hasn’t rained and some that it has. 

We went to playgroup and Mama got a break from holding the toot monster 😅. 

They’ve both given me a run for my money but I wouldn’t trade this life for anything ❤️. Let’s just hope the next month brings less crying—for all of us. 

Ohh, I can’t forget about Sophie. 

She’s starting to come around. Quinn is probably her least favorite person and I captured a rare moment where she didn’t immediately jump down when he got up on the chair to sit next to her 😍. 

She allowed this one, too. I thought maybe she was turning into a new dog…

But then she did this to herself, and I was like, “There’s our girl!” 🤦🏻‍♀️😜.