Consequences

Dan and Tiia moved my bed out of the bedroom and into the playroom so I wouldn't nap on the plastic tiles anymore. Works for me.

Interesting

A guy on the subway asked Dan if I was depressed. Strange, considering the grin I was sporting at the time.

Mmmmmilo

Milo's diet has been getting more and more diverse lately, which means mine has as well. This is me enjoying the remnants of a banana-flavoured Mum-Mum. Did I wish it was cheese-flavoured? Sure. But beggars can't be choosers.

Who's walking who?

We used to take Milo for a walk. How fast they grow.

I must say that, for a novice dog-walker, Milo was pretty good; enough tautness to feel connected, but enough slack to not feel constricted. That's a Gramma Christine thing.