Small Pleasures

As I was washing dishes in the kitchen this afternoon, I heard a toddler giggling maniacally. I followed the sound out to the back deck and I noticed that Griffin had discovered one of life's great pleasures- taunting a cat with a stick. I didn't teach him this but he knew. The behavior is born into him (not just because he is Son of Jake,) but because it is the nature of the human to want to taunt the cat with the stick and it is the nature of the cat to want to swat at the stick, scurry around and act ridiculous.

I'm really glad Griffin and Jez have such a special relationship. I honestly thought she was going to smother him as soon as we brought him home. Really, I did. Instead, she treats him like a little brother and is remarkably tolerant of all his toddler shenanagins. Sure, she's clawed him a few times, but considering all she puts up with, she's a saint. He amuses her and vice versa. Notice how she "runs" away and then waits for him to catch up. Each morning when Griffin wakes up, one of his first activities is waking up Jez on her pillow (formerly Griffin's Danger Pillow.) Some mornings, G Dawg will hang out and mob on her for five or ten minutes while I make coffee and wash my face. Hopefully she can start babysitting soon. Jake and I could use more date nights.