Fetch 

Today was one of those days I just couldn’t seem to get a hold of the day. Everything was just a little bit off. I could go into the details, but where is the joy in rehashing the days obstacles. 

When I arrived home I was greeted by my hubby Ryan, sweet Reagan and our Yorkie Stanley. Evenings are my favorite part of the day, even though most nights I am exhausted. I still try to be present and soak up all Reagan has to share with us. 

Tonight started off great. A little outside play. A little snack. And then Reagan lost it. Why? Who knows. She is 17 months and has no reasoning. And when she loses it, she wants her wuba nub (it’s a type of binki). This about kills my husband- he hates it. So the rule is only at bedtime. But she doesn’t care and cries and cries and cries. Eventually, Ryan says let’s go outside again and play fetch with Stanley. A distraction! Great idea dad!! And it does just the trick. Reagan stops crying and is having a great time again.

As I sat in the grass and watched Stanley chase the ball. Reagan try to steal the ball. And Ryan try to appease both. I felt thankful for the game of fetch. Most of the time Stanley drives me nuts with fetch, trying to play all day and whining and dropping the ball in front of me constantly. But tonight fetch brought the family together for 10 minutes of fun. And I am glad I was able to just appreciate the game Stanley lives for!