The first blog...

will be about Cooper. We love our dog way to much. He's got as many (if not more) toys than most children I know. He sleeps with us, and snuggles under my belly for half the night getting kicked as much as I do and he just takes it. I really believe he & Jordan are going to be fast friends, and I'm going to get ganged up on. My kid is going to steal my dog - that will not be a happy day in my life, I already fear it. I will cry and throw a tantrum that rivals a 2 year old coming off a sugar high, and it'll all be for nothing. If it's going to happen it'll happen. I should just be glad that they'll get along. All the fears I had originally about introducing a baby into our family (to Cooper) have slowly been fading away. Cooper has shown on many occasions that he's great with kids and every time he snuggles with my belly, and gets kicked hard enough to yelp, I realize just how lucky we are to have such a great dog.

He used to be so tiny... he's growing up so fast, about to be a BIG BROTHER... and, really, how was I supposed to know dogs could tire of the attention from their "parents"...