Mad at Me

Someone's been feeling a little neglected from the blog.  Here, I found him in the closet sulking.

Harley's been particularly pathetic lately. In the mornings, after GHC and THC have left for the day, he sits outside my bathroom door staring at me with the most pitiful stare (see below). I spend a solid 20 minutes each day scratching behind his ears, telling him how much I love him, and I'm sorry I ruined his life by bringing GHC into this world. And then I look over at Emma (who has been watching on the entire time - see background of photo) and feel a nano-second of guilt for not giving her the same affection. And then I get over it.