Waking up on the wrong side of the bed

After spending an hour this morning crying and screaming at me I found what made him stop. It was not nursing. It was not his blanket. It was my old Little Le Mutt.

When he would not stop crying I decide we would go for a walk. As I was picking out some clothes in the closet he saw this Le Mutt sitting on the shelf and started laughing. Once I handed it to him there were no more tears. Who knew.

His new puzzles that he loves

Finally a happy boy