Babies, Puppies, Water

Dave saw Kylee for the first time on Easter.  I was holding her, and he stole her from me.  He carried her around shushing and swaying.  She had been crying, but he got her calmed down.  It was sweet to see him with a baby again.  And he loved every minute of it.  Never would've expected 'baby fever' from Dave.  Cute though.  
Dave:  "She is gorgeous."

Dave has been showing me 3 -5 pictures of puppies on Craigslist every single day for about a month.  It must've gotten to be too much for him because we went to the puppy store at the mall yesterday.  We all crowded in the little room and played with a Beagle mix.  He was adorable.  Very playful, very much teething.  He chewed on everything.  Noah's shoe, Dave's hand, toys, pants, anything that came near his mouth.  Of course David and Noah were infatuated with him.  Noah: "I wanna buy him." (repeated 7x)  When we went into the puppy store, we had absolutely no intention of buying a puppy from there.  First off--that adorable, chewing mongrel: $2000. Not even kidding.  Second--the whole 'puppy mill' thing.  Now I am not certain that every puppy that they have there is from a puppy mill, but I bet that at least some are, and I cannot support that.  I support 'my dog had puppies, please come get one.'  Regardless, it was fun to play with the puppy.

We were giving the boys a bath last night.  When i reached for the soap that was on the top ledge of the shower Dave gave me a little push.  I did not fall completely into the bath tub, but i caught myself by plunging my entire arm into the bath water and spaying myself in the face.  Wet arm, face, and hair.  I will bide my time......   After we put the kids to bed, Dave was lying on the couch (probably looking for puppies on his phone).  I got a drink of water, and....  poured it on his chest.  "WHOOOOOOOOOAAAAA!"  He actually complimented my calculated method and everything.  He went into the laundry room to strip off his very wet clothes.  This SHOULD have been the end of the water war, but Dave takes everything 1 step too far.  I am lying on the couch, and Dave comes running into the room with a BUCKET of water and hurls it on me as I let out a blood curdling scream.  I was head to toe soaked.  And so was the couch.  Dave was almost hyperventilating he was laughing so hard.  I called him a very bed word.  


Predictably, Leah's response when I told her the story: "Frat house."  We just can not shake this reputation!