Too little.

This is probably the latest I've stayed up in a very long time. I've been sharing daily habits with old ladies and quite enjoyed it. It just hit me today that we'll be in the new house in three weeks (!!!) ! And then I realized, wait...I'm working forty hours a week. With that, when am I supposed to get two households packed up and Berry up to date on her vaccines? So of course, logic dictates I stay up until ungodly hours packing to make up for the hours I am sleeping, or working, or showering, or walking dogs. This special night bonding session with the pups has led me to some odd observations. Berry gets tired very early, as a baby should. But as a toddler does, she fights her sleep and gets grumpy. She takes it out on Wrigley, who is old enough to stay up later without visible signs of exhaustion. She becomes "dominant" and tries to get him to calm down, when all he's doing is quietly chewing on his 20 oz. plastic bottle (his new favorite toy). Thank god Wrigley's new favorite past-time, chewing plastic bottles, is cheap and a good way of home recycling. At least this way, before they go in the trash, they get some use. I tend to have multiple unfinished water bottles laying all around. Usually the leftover water goes to the plants, and now Wrigley gets the bottles until he completely destroys them. He usually has a bottle for about a half hour. They are both getting used to the crate. Finally. Berry will often go in to lay down when she's had enough. Wrigley is used to it as "chill time". I often walk back out to find them laying down and relaxing in there. My last observation for the evening: Wrigley is too small for all of his love and loyalty. He will walk in on Berry and I having mommy-sweet pea time and jump in to take over. But he doesn't just give kisses. He gives kisses so forcefully he shoves his entire face into mine, as though jabbing his snout into my cheek is going to prove he somehow loves me more. So forcefully, I nearly topple over. I think he's trying to tell me he loves me more. The pups are still getting used to all of the boxes, but they're adapting. I'm nervous, but so excited, to see how they do with the new house. I know they'll love having a yard they can run around freely...I just hope they don't destroy the place completely our first day there. Hopefully they'll get used to it sooner rather than later. And hopefully, Berry won't be able to hear the trash trucks from the basement apartment. I don't know if she can handle the anxiety they gave her.