So, we've had this guy, Kevin, for just over a week now, and it's been quite the ride already. Lyla has already picked up on the fact that he'll eat anything she gives her, and so my vocabulary has mostly become a very loud "NO!" Also, my high-intensity-cardio sprints have increased, racing from one end of the house to another trying to stop baby and / or puppy shenanigans.
But who can complain when I have a very helpful little sweeper and vacuumer around at all times??