Archie has done some pretty funny stuff the last month while I have (apparently) been on a blogging hiatus. He follows me around the house everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. I feel prepared for mommyhood because I haven't been to the potty by myself this entire pregnancy thanks to Sir Archibald.
He sits my my lap a lot and sometimes rests his head on my baby belly. The funny part happens when Lucie gives him a kick or a jab and he feels it. He has actually been "kicked" and gotten off the couch and moved to sleep on the floor because of it.
We have a baby doll that we are using as a prop to try and teach Archie to not eat the baby but so far it has proven him a total failure. He has ripped the clothes off the doll, eaten the hat, and on at least two occasions grabbed the doll around the belly and given it a death shake. Now you might think this would make two new parents nervous- and you would be exactly right! Obviously it was never the plan for him to stay home and babysit Lucie or anything, but I'd like to think he would not try to eat the socks off her feet.
If fair Archie does not improve his behavior we may have to opt for a private training session. I feel bad for him because he's been our furbaby the last two years so it makes sense that he'd have a difficult time adjusting to his demotion down the household ladder. I think once Lucie gets here he will love her just as much as mom and dad already do.
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