Time is already flying with my little Coco. Who is now referred to as Coco-bean, Coco-kitty, and Coco de boco. I don’t know why, but we all need little fun names. Sophie is always, Miss Sophie Po-fies. I know I’m making up new words around here to suit my needs.
Max has totally taken to Coco. First it started off as he would play a little, but still keep his distance. Now they are just two balls of fluff rolling around to no end. Sophie doesn’t really want to play for the most part (at least not as much as these guys), but she doesn’t want to be left out. I’ve been trying to spend a little more time with her.
One of the funny things is Max is always been a toy hoarder. Two-nights ago he piled up the toys and sat right on top of him. He got out his flip and was waving it around in front of Coco. Coco grabbed it right out of his mouth and ran off with it. That’s when things totally changed for them. Here’s some blurry action shots for you all.
Something smells good in the grass over here on this one.