9 ½ months out after 9 ½ months in.

I’m glad she wasn’t as wriggly when she came out as she is now. I’m also glad she wasn’t as loud. And that she didn’t smell as bad as she can now. I’m pretty glad she wasn’t as big, either. 

It’s hard to believe that she’s been out longer than she was in my little oven. My Little Bun now an annihilator of all things delicate and precious (books, plants, the ear-ring from my very ear).  She’s a smiling, happy puppy who makes our days so much fun.  Nights less so, but you can’t have it all, eh?

When asked for his comment on the occasion, Mountain Dad offered,

“So far so good.” 

Concise and accurate.