Baby Boy Stacey has arrived and after all the name brainstorming and discussion and more brainstorming, his name is…Taz. He was all cute and timid in the airport.
Then we found a little spot of grass in the airport parking lot and set him down. He spun in circles, ripped apart a small bush, tried to kill my husband’s sneaker, and spun in more circles. Somebody compared him to the Tasmanian Devil in the cartoon and that was that. Nobody called him anything but Taz after that and it stuck.
Eventually, though, even a cyclone of fluff has to rest…
Mini is terrified of him. Gizmo and Jinx are plotting revenge for this new indignity. And I need to remember to buy a bottle of whine today. <---(I totally meant wine, but I've decided to let that typo stand.)