Woof, woof woof and woof.

Oh dear, here we go.  If a boy needs a dog, we definitely found the dog for our boy. After a few months of watching and waiting and searching and paperwork,  we adopted a dog today from Ruff Start Rescue. 
His name from the rescue was Carlin, but I think as a family we are in agreement that he will be Dodge. Mostly because baby R can say that and it doesn't sound like any bad words (at least at this point).
He is a goofy dog, about 3 years old, and just as mild mannered as we could have hoped for. 
I think the waiting has paid off! 

A good night sleep

We finally did it. ..we bought a new bed. And while I secretly miss the canyon in the middle of the old bed where I would wake up in the arms of my husband,  I am so glad we did it.
I really wanted to get a king size bed and buy a new frame and fancy matching dressers and night stands. But our budget just didn't allow.  And truthfully I am not sure our bedroom would have been able to fit sizable what I wanted. 
Mr. R is still adjusting to the firmness,  but from the sounds of his snoring tonight...it sounds like he likes it.