It's Hard to Put On Your Skirt...

...when you have a 23-pound barrel of love attached to your leg.

So it's begun. That phase. That one that I truly believed we were going to surpass with ease. But no, just this morning it happened. I couldn't go more than three steps without a shadow. Without a tug at the leg. Without a bit of whining and a "up pease, up".

It's just the start and I have to admit, I am already a bit exhausted. Sigh.