I get it.

You know that idea that Mom is the resident cook, nurse, housekeeper, gardener, mechanic, etc.?

Today I feel like I understand that completely. Jasper had a diaper blowout that required a trip to the tub. And then after I got him bathed and changed and in new clothes, he spit up everywhere. Other than that, he's doing great, though. He enjoyed playing with some friends today and continues to laugh at just about everything!

Wiley, the first born you might say, is not so well, however. He's developed some skin problems that we think are related to anxiety. Bet you can't guess why he's stressed out, huh?

Well I had to load both of them into the car for a trip to the vet because Wiley has two sores that he won't stop licking and they are looking painful. After bathing Jasper, I bathed Wiley. Then I had to a put ointment on the wounds and then put an Elizabethan collar on the poor guy. He does not like it, and I am quite sure it alone causes a certain amount of anxiety. I gave him lots of treats and slipped in some Chinese herbal pills the vet gave us to calm him down.

So, for now we'll work on getting Wiley well and then we need to work harder at making him feel part of the family. The good news is that the vet said this is not uncommon and often cures itself once the baby can play with the dog. Then the dog will see him as a playmate and not his rival. When that happens, I think you'll have to add "toy police" to my list of titles.

We hope this works.

And amidst all of this, we did have an WOW moment today: Jasper was on his tummy when I picked him up to scoot him back onto the blanket, keeping him in the tummy-down pose. When I set him down, he'd bent his knees. For about five seconds he held himself up in the crawl position on all fours. Not believe what I'd seen, I did it again, and he once again held himself up. I can't believe it! I'll try to get a pic of it soon!