Remember Me?

Sometimes he looks up at me and his blue eyes ask a question: Remember me?

Because once upon a time, he and his brother were our babies. We cuddled them. We took pictures of them. We brought them with us for weekends away.

Now. There are three girls in the mix. Girls who gobble up our attention.

I do remember you, big guy. And I will try to act like it, too. If I do so, if we do so, will you please stop ruining our furniture?

Do you have pets? Do you have kids? Do the latter get far more of the attention than the former or is that just the reality chez Rowley?