Our wonderful new puppy got to come home today. He is a retriever lab mix, which according to my research is the number one family dog and also supposed to be an easy to train breed too.

Two months old and he already weighs as much as the bug does! She has apparently watched to much pageant nonsense (who am I kidding I love it) on tv and has named our dog PaTootie.

They had a blast playing today and now they are both asleep, her on the bed and him under it.

Most amusing part?

Last post I was questioning if 'd ever change diapers again... Well no diapers but looks like we are in for potty training round 2. :-)

I'm ridiculously overjoyed to announce the bug is POTTY TRAINED!!! freaking woot! :-)

I'm proud to say that I took "the plunge"... AKA... ran outta pull ups and decided it was now or never... luckily daytime was already very under control and nighttime has not been anything like i expected...

I'm an avid research parent and i read waaaay to many bed wetting horror stories. That being said I held off on the big girl panties at night for probably far to long... only to see that the very day we run out and i inform her that big girls sleep in their panties i get the oh sooo popular "Duh"...

Well, ok then, and so far no accidents at night... (largely due to the fact that for some reason she thinks the dora on her comforter will "bite her butt" i have no idea where this came from.)**
This whole potty training thing though has got me thinking.....

From the realization that i will never again change a bug diaper comes the question.... Will I ever change another diaper?

HONESTLY? No... i don't think so. The Bug is the best thing i've ever experienced but it wouldn't be fair to say I want another one. Sometimes i get baby fever. Of course. I see an expecting mom feeling her lil one kick, I'm green with envy, but not far behind that is the memory of the two and a half years after pregnancy.

Maybe I'm just not a baby person. There really is no maybe to that. Babies are just not my forte.
I do much better with dialogue, ninety nine percent of the reason I'm a fiction writer.

Is it selfish? Maybe.

Is it denying her a lifelong companion? Maybe.

Is it going to put either of us in therapy? Highly unlikely.

** Mid sentence- Bug had her first nighttime problem... helpful hint... whining doesn't mean bad dream... it means I gotta pee... lol...

Thoughts? Comments? Tips?