birthday aftermath.

Here's what our dining room looked like this morning, when Sophie, Ben and I were getting the rest of Ben's birthday gifts (toys) out of their packaging. Tomorrow's trash day, so I was excited to get things organized into baskets. He was overstimulated and crawling from toy to toy, but he had a ball.

Sophie has a hard time respecting Ben's personal space. If she could eat him, she would. Not in a mean way, but in a wow-you-smell-good-and-your-feet-are-delicious kind of way. He tolerates her, but mostly because he's not big enough or strong enough to really fight her off just yet. In the last picture, she has his foot in her mouth, giving him delicate pug-nibbles. I promise.