Pupdates.

Since a lot of you have been wondering how our original baby is doing with the new addition to the family, I thought I'd do a weekly because I'm too scatterbrained to commit to a certain day of the week update of how the pup's doing.  Hence the title "Pupdates".

I will have to say, and I'm ashamed to admit it, but when you come home with a tiny little angel that you would wrestle a dinosaur to protect and you have psychotic, nut house like, straight jacket needing postpartum tendancies, your first baby, no matter how much you SWEAR it will never happen, becomes a second priority.  And when you're postpartum'ing it up you'll even find yourself becoming downright frustrated with him.  For no other reason than the fact that he's curious and wants to get to know (i.e. sniff, lick and be all up in his bidness) his new little brother.  All the things you want your pup to do, but at the same time don't since he previously just licked his crotch and butt in the same sitting.  I will tell you it's gotten better on my end.  I'm back to giving my boy his attention, taking time to let him know his mommy loves him, all the while still keeping him from licking C's face, hands, pacifier (everything except his feet, he can lick his feet).  And until C gets to the point where he's pulling Koda's tail, climbing on his back and momma can't do anything about the fact that he just crawled over and ate something off the floor, I'll be keeping him at a bit of a distance.  While his big brother gives me this pitiful face ...

{Mum, wut is dat teeny ting dat gets all da gud toyz and you won't's letz me tuch?  Mayke SHURE he no's dis is MAH BALL!}

Mommy still loves you Koda bear.  I promise.