It's official. I'm old. 12. I feel it in my hips, shoulders and ankles but ya know? I still love my work. I take Daddy for a walk every morning. Then I jump back into bed to keep Mommy's feet warm while she waits for Nate and Sam to wake up. I monitor bath time at night to make sure everyone is safe and I help put the boys to bed. Every night. Throughout the day, I help clean the kitchen floor (those boys are messy eaters) and I take Nate and Sam outside for at least one play time and one walk. These activities keep me happy and I love every minute. Age is just a number and 12 doesn't bother me at all.
Meatloaf!!!!
