Cael is in his very fussy phase (please be a phase, please be a phase...), which leads to a lot of immobility on my part.
When I finally manage to calm his hysterics, the last thing I want to do is move him. I handle him much like I would a live bomb - I use extreme caution so that I don't jostle him and trigger an explosion of life-threatening proportions. (Seriously. You should hear this kid wail.) So, no matter what awkward position I end up in, if his eyes close I immediately freeze.
As I sit here, pinned to the couch and typing one handed, it occurs to me that I could use a little help from Clio in times like these. She's just lying there, curled up and cozy on the end of the couch and not pulling her weight. I mean, I put food in her dish every morning and I sneak her tiny pieces of meat from dinner - would it kill her to nuke me a hot pocket? Or at least hand me the Tivo remote that is woefully out of my reach?
Lately I've been thinking I should train her not to bark at small children and large dogs, but I think I should skip that and go straight to an instructional on how to make a margarita.
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