Don't ask me why I was suprised by this, I should have expected it considering that Coca Cola is a chihauhau. He is extremely high strung. Very 'yippy.' He barks all night long. ALL NIGHT. He just wants to be with us all the time. I am reminded of Keali when she was a little baby. She didn't want us to put her down for a second. Coca Cola doesn't want to stop being held/played with for a second. This morning getting ready for church, I had Kalyn and Keali both crying and the puppy was yelping (it is a really cute high pitched yelp though...for now). I wondered what I had gotten myself into, then I looked at him and realized that I am thrilled that we got him.
So we get to church...Heath has meetings before church so I have to drive myself and the girls...and Heath comes out to meet us. Kalyn asked her Daddy, "Were you talking to the mayonnaise?" Heath said, "Do you mean the missionaries?" Kalyn said, "Yes, the missionaries."
Then came sacrament meeting. At the very end, just before the closing prayer, Keali started blowing raspberries on my arm (very loudly). The room was completely silent when Kalyn blurted out (not quietly), "Are you pooting Mommy?" One word...embarassed. That is what I get for deciding to have children. (I wouldn't trade them for anything though!)