Mommy...Please make it gone!

In the last few weeks since Wes brought sweet, little Kiva into his world, Life, in all aspects, has gone topsy-turvy. He brings her to the shop everyday, so I get lots of Kiva kisses and happily, she loves her Auntie Pua. However, these last couple of weeks, when I get home from work, I get a little bit of the cold shoulder treatment from Ellie. She greets me enthusiastically when I walk through the door at the end of the day; dancing with tail wagging...until I bend down to give her loves. Then she smells "It". The proof of my infidelity. With that, she turns her nose up at me, walks away, and goes to find her Daddy and tell him of her general unhappiness with her Mommy. It takes a good hour before she decides I'm worthy of her attention again.

Last night, horror of horrors, I brought "It" home with me because Wes had to work late. The picture says it all. Nope, Ellie's still not speaking to me. I think my Mommy License has been revoked.