We have developed something like a morning routine. It goes like this:
Me: *gets up to feed baby on the couch while Mr. G sleeps, as he took night shift*
Dog: Guac I have to go out.
Me: We can't go out right now, I'm feeding the baby.
Dog: BUT I'VE GOTTA GO I'VE GOTTA GO I'VE GOTTA GO I'VE...
Me: *sigh* Okay, hang on.
Baby: *eventually finishes eating, passes out asleep on my boob*
Me: *sneaks baby back into bedroom in total silence, suits up, harnesses dog, takes joyous dog out into world*
Fifteen minutes pass.
Me: *arrives home to squalling frantic baby and awake husband*
Baby: WHERE DID YOU GO OH MY GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD I'M STARVING GIVE ME BOOB
Mr. Guac: I'm going back to sleep.
Me: Okay.
Dog: *sulks*
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