Lately Honor has been delegated to every little brothers role – a dog. Now he spends his days crawling around, panting and licking EVERYTHING in sight, including my face on occasion. You know, it’s nothing unusual from what he usually does.

He’s a pretty good dog, he heels, and listens better than he does when he’s NOT being a dog. He also doesn’t poop on the floor. Eden, of course, loves it because he actually listens to her when she bosses him around – every big sisters dream. I only have one concern about Honor’s newfound canine side: the toilet. Dogs love to drink out of the toilet and it’s not like he needs any encouragement. Maybe if I got a collar and leash for him, I could keep him from drinking out of the toilet? Now that’s an idea.