When you were describing the sharing process, I was picturing Christopher's reaction...sacre bleu!

He just stared in horror. Then looked to me to do something. When I ignored it (that's how I deal with a lot of gross stuff) he just said, "THAT'S IT!" and chased the dogs into the hall and put up the gate. Then he wiped O's hands and looked at me and said, "I really can't stand that."

I shrugged. It's REALLY hard to keep the dogs away from the baby 24/7. Even if I give him a snack in the baby gates, he reaches through the bars to share with the dogs. All our rooms are interconnected (but separated by baby gates). If the weather's good, I put the dogs outside--but this isn't always feasible.

Cindy, I gave you the Children's Fairyland lowdown here:

DavidS "What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35" May 2, 2005 9:56:51 am PDT

Gud, make sure you have some dials for Reversing Tachyon Flow on the spaceship control panel. Those things are damned useful and can solve almost anything. Maybe a phlebotonium generator too.

Gud, make sure you have some dials for Reversing Tachyon Flow on the spaceship control panel.

Also be sure to add a self-destruct feature. All the best spaceships have one. Of course, you have Leif.

I do intend to get a couple of toggle switches with red flip-covers.

Even if I give him a snack in the baby gates, he reaches through the bars to share with the dogs.

At least you know he has a generous heart!

Since we are petless, Annabel can only feed the floor. Which she does. Liberally.

We have been putting Ollie in the back of the house whenever Em's having some tummy time or in her walker cause otherwise, he kisses her, lavishly. The other day, we watched as that little *** backed up down the hallway and LEAPT over the babygate. So, being logical creatures, we raised it up.

He did it again.

We're getting another baby gate.

Enjoy your new home, Anne!

Go Deena! I am glad that PT is helping you.

Calm and cool ~ma to Betsy.

Aimee, alternatively you could enter Ollie in some steeplechase events.

Apparently when I was toddlerish, my mother would walk to the grocery store with me and the dog, and buy cookies and Milk Bones as a reward for being good, and I, not being all that into sweets, would promptly instigate a trade.

Eh, made us both happy, I guess. And possibly made my coat shiny.

Aimee, alternatively you could enter Ollie in some steeplechase events.

I'd have to use the baby as bait. Otherwise, no concentration.