Millie and I were sitting on the couch yesterday afternoon. Usually she lays curled up in my legs (because, let's face it, she hates being touched or pet unless it is on her terms.); However, yesterday, she was having a rare moment where she wanted to be sweet and cuddle. She crawled onto my tummy, and rested her head on my chest. I pet her behind her ears, and she was quickly asleep and in puppy-dog Heaven.
...All of the sudden, Baby Noah was awake, or tired of being squished by Millie-girl. He kicked harder than I have been kicked before, and Millie BOLTED OFF OF ME so fast, I am not even sure she took one step between me and the floor. She looked up at me from the floor as if she was saying "what the heck just happened??"
She avoided me for the remainder of the evening.
It appears as though Noah is winning the domination battle between the Mills' "children" and he isn't even here yet.