Mom and I have bonded quite a bit these last few days. Last night I helped her paint her nails; tonight we may get ambitious and watch a chick flick. She has brought fro-yo home every night because she knows I enjoy licking the bowl, and even hunted down several bags of "Cheese, Please!" crackers, which we finally ran out of (they dole them out too sparingly if you asked me).
I especially like it when she wears Dad's favorite shirt and lets me sit in her lap like he does:
She's about to leave for the pet store to buy something - more cheesy treats, perhaps?