Pup-tenting

So one of my favorite times is when I get off work and get to come home to an excited little boy and then snuggle him. Thatcher is a pretty good snuggler! It's right up there with chocolate candy... yeah, it's THAT good. Thatchy usually likes me to be big spoon, but on some rare occasions he let's me be little spoon and he drapes his arm aver my neck while I'm sleeping. I love it! Well... love is a strong word. Occasionally when it's my turn to be little spoon it is short lived because I get tired of my back getting kicked... it's like he's trying without success to kickstart a motorcycle... he's relentless. But something extra special happened last week! We had our heads under the covers like usual since I work night shift and the blackout curtains are more like dimmers on the windows.... and I had beans in my burrito at work... and who knows what Thatcher ate (I'm sure you can see where this story is going)... let me just say it... we ended up pup-tenting each other! LOL. We giggled for at least 5 minutes... ok well, I giggled, Thatcher just laid there pretending that he didn't know he tooted (yeah right, Thatch, nobody falls for that one anymore).

Today, Thatch was snouting around like he was searching for something. I asked him, "Are you looking for THIIIIS!?" as I was making kissy faces at him... he snorted, turned his nose up at me and walked away! Unappreciative brat!! Most dogs LOVE to give kisses... as many as they can lay on ya... but not Thatcher. He's very selective about who he kisses. I guess I don't hafta worry about him being a prostitot (for all of you who don't know... that's a baby prostitute)!

A few days ago Thatcher wanted to play "exterminator" so we did. There was a cricket that was between the couch and the table. Thatch wanted desperately to get it but he couldn't fit between the couch and the table... so me being the admiring mama that I am... I moved the couch out from the wall so he could play his game. He chased the poor cricket for a while until he "accidentally" popped one of its back legs off and it couldn't escape anymore. I had to put it outside so it could have a peaceful death. That's what Thatcher does... he doesn't like to eat them... just plays catch with them and chases them until he gets tired and then he tramples them with his feet. Really, he's a precious angel.

When I'm home from work Thatch and I do pretty much everything together. After checking the mail, which is like a block away, we came back to work on this blog and here's how Thatch contributed...

Occasionally he would have a muscle spasm and kick me or shake the laptop and make me have a spelling error. Thanks for the help Thatchy. One day we will discuss all of Thatcher's nicknames... that's a blog all in itself.

I wish I could just spend all my days with Thatcher... sometimes. Sometimes I need a break from him because he's just as bad as he is cute! One of the girls at work gives me a hard time because I'm always telling her how rotten Thatch is and she tells me "surely you're over exaggerating!" Oh honey, I wish I were. I shouldn't have spoiled him as much as I did because now he thinks that's the way it should be and when I tell him "NO" he throws a tantrum. Good God, what have I done! I guess this is a practice round for future children. No means no! How can you resist this cute face though!?



Thatch wanted to type something but he forgot to get his nails trimmed when he was getting a manicure... so he can't type. So, until next time.