This weekend I got to meet and hold two-week old Carson, who loves to snuggle. He is a sweet baby, except, of course, when he is hungry and fussy. At 6-11, he is not quite up to his birth weight of 6-15, but close. All of us went on the first walk around the neighborhood with Carson in his stroller. He stayed awake the whole trip.Bella, who was an "only dog" until Carson arrived, has not quite adjusted to his prominent place in the heirarchy. Until recently, she was the focus of visitors' attention. Bella was happiest near the end of my visit when I picked her up and held her.
Mom and Dad are doing great with Carson. He's a lucky little guy, surrounded by much love and attention.
I well remember what it felt like to become the "matriarch" of the family when the last generation of our family passed on. It has its advantages. Ushering in a new generation is one of them.
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