Well, guess what. Muffinbutt squeaked into Shark Week by 9 minutes.
Unfortunately, Paul wasn’t cool with the name we’d chosen. And since naming a baby is a team sport, Goblin didn’t make it onto the Social Security card.
But then we came home and realized that every time she gets frustrated and hungry, she bangs her head against my chest (or Paul’s chest, whoever happens to be holding her). Like a hammer. With her head.