That is my sweet little dog Sasha. I got her for my birthday almost four years ago, which makes her my first baby. From the moment I saw her I thought Sasha was the perfect name for her- short and spunky.
What I failed to consider when I chose this name was how difficult the "sh" sound could be for the average small child to pronounce. And the truth of the matter is that Grant's speech abilities aren't even as good as the "average" small child, so saying "Sasha", well...
The weather was beautiful here, so I decided to put the kids in their new double jogging stroller to go out for a walk. Goodness knows we could all use the fresh air. Now, Grant adores his little Sasha and he very much wanted her to come with us on the walk. Pushing 50 plus pounds worth of human babies was daunting enough for me; I was not prepared to also wrangle a feisty little dog along.
This made Grant very sad. As I was loading him and his sister into the stroller he just kept saying, "Tata, oh tata! My tata!" in the saddest voice you've ever heard.
Then he got mad! Just as we were heading down the road past several of my elderly neighbors Grant leaned forward as far as he could, thrust both of his little fists in the air, and yelled in the loudest, angriest voice he could muster-
"Mommy TATA!!"
Unlike Grant, who jumped frantically almost from the moment we put him in the thing, Josie is more of a "pick her legs up and let gravity do its thing" kind of girl. Yep, that pretty much sums up the different personalities of my two kids.
I wanted to get a picture of Josie really grinning in the jumper, but it wasn't long before Grant noticed how much attention Josie was getting.
