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We fight for baby kisses around here. Basically we hold Daisy between us and both say, "Kiss, kiss, kiss!" repeatedly and then see who she kisses more; much the way two people would call a dog and see who it comes to.

Tyler usually wins this game, but only because he doesn't play fair.

During the holidays we got this photo.

I love it because it reminds me of the heater vent in my house that I would always hunker down in front of. I often had to share it with the dog, but Moxy is not as smart as my dog, so the girls only have to fight off each other.