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This morning, I was praising Eowyn because, unlike the past three mornings, she didn't start barking wildly while waiting for Mac and I to breakfast and shower before her morning walk. Mac heard me, got a big smile, ran over to his sheet of stickers, pulled one off, and stuck it proudly to Eowyn's rump, shouting "Good Girl!"

Eowyn was not amused. I need to figure out some way of explaining that sticker currency is species-dependent.

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In the shower, I was trying to teach Mac to lean his head back so he wouldn't get shampoo in his eyes. I modeled the correct pose for him as I held him in my arms. He grinned, took his cup, held it under the shower, and then poured a full cup of water down my nose.

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On the down side, every time Mac and I have a disagreement, he starts crying and begging, "Daddy coming soon? I want Daddy."
Two more days. I can handle two more days of solo parenting, right?