Meet Remi

On November 2, my husband's birthday, we picked up our furry little bundle of joy. On the three-hour drive home, we debated names as the little one chewed on toys or slept on the back seat between my daughter and me. None of us could agree on anything name-wise, and our puppy was still nameless when we went to bed that evening (not that he let us sleep much... puppies are like that).

So the next morning, I told Lee that if he and Suzanna could come up with something they agreed upon by the time I got home from Inner City Pastoral Ministry, I would go along with it. And so Remi was named for his little moustache (French?) and his tendency to paddle his feet when held in the air (Remi translates as "little oarsman" or something like it in some language or other).

I'm not sure I've ever been as tired as I have been in the past few weeks. We've been taking turns when the puppy wakes at night, but we're not young like when our babies needed overnight care. We're managing, though, and we're loving this little critter, marveling as he learns new things, laughing at his antics, and enjoying puppy kisses and cuddles. His delight with the first snowfall was hilarious, and on Sunday night, he managed the entire 20 minute evening walk Lee and I take every night, though it took 30 minutes with all of Remi's exploratory starts and stops.

We've had visits from a few friends who can't resist puppies, and this post will have a few more folks showing up on our doorstep, I expect. Just call before you come to make sure I'm not taking a nap!