Sawyer hates loud noises in the kitchen, so he was beside himself when I was making milkshakes. First, he grabbed me around the legs and pulled me down to his level. Once there, he took my hand, pulled me out of the kitchen, and told me where to sit on the couch. Of course once he was calm I went right back to it. He wasn’t happy about that.
Thankfully I was quick, and had a glass ready for him when he came running for me. I started him with his favorite monkey straw, but the shake was too thick. Once in the living room, Abby and I ditched the straw and let him drink it straight from the glass, all by himself. He did well in the beginning:
Then, as always, he got ornery:
Thank you, Mema D!