So this is Barkley.
And this is Nora.
I think we all know this. It fact, it seems like pretty general knowledge, right? Not to everyone, apparently. Last night, as I was nursing Nora around one a.m., Barkley, who had been lying at the end of the bed, decided to move to the floor. As he stood up and walked across the end of the bed, Shane bolted upright, crying, "whoa, whoa, oh my God!"
This didn't actually surprise me, as Shane is notorious for making loud remarks in his sleep.
"What's the matter?" I calmly asked.
"Oh my God, oh my God! I thought that was Nora crawling off the bed!"
I gently patted his arm and said, "Shh, lay down and go to sleep." After which he promptly did. Obviously it was a very traumatic event for him.
On a different note, after posting here yesterday, I realized that we really should go outside, so we bundled up and took Bark for a walk. I am so glad we did. The weather was amazing; warm and brilliantly sunny. It really was just what we needed. Here are a few pictures to help you forget about the impending (or already arrived!) storm.