Funny for humans. Not funny for cats. Nice tail dude.
Seriously. Miles a.k.a.”The Marlon Brando of Cats” is a super lovey-dovey, twenty pound, high maintenance nightmare. When we adopted Miles two years ago from the SPCA he was a mess and I was indignant towards his previous owners for giving up a 4 1/2 year old member of their family. Who would do such a thing? How on earth could let such a beautiful cat become so matted?! Now I know. Shame on me for judging them.
Thankfully we found a place in town that actually works on cats (virtually impossible to find) and they are cheap and wonderful girls! Here is Mr. Man now. I’ll have to find some pictures of him with hair (he has a lot of it). Even without the reference point, it’s still funny.
I love rain. I love the smell of it. I love the sound of it. I mostly love playing in it. I just love it …. then I wake from a deep sleep in the middle of the night and remember that my laundry is still on the clothes line. D’oh!!
Back by popular demand: The Dress Up Box. The neighborhood kids request it by name and it’s hysterical watching them play. They also got out a few puppets and put on a show while I did dishes. I’m inspired to try to make a doorway puppet theatre. (This design is cute too.) I think it would get a lot of use over time and I’d love to see what they came up with! Owen is a lot more interested in these toys since the older kids play with them. Later I had the privilege of watching their marching band …which was mostly percussion. They are so lucky they’re cute!
Zoe, Haley, Zach. Look out for Bird Man!
That blur is Owen, the kid eating hippo!
No more diapers!! We put Owen in underwear the weekend after Labor Day (Sept. 5) and he hasn’t been in a diaper since. Once he made the connection that going in the toliet = dum dum suckers it was smooth sailing. He even made it through a 10 hr. car ride to Ohio and back without any accidents. He’s even staying dry at night. He does have an occasional accident now and then, but over all he is doing great!
Better late than never.
Owen and I spent Labor Day weekend with Don’s side of the family while we was working. It was a wonderful visit. Evergreen gave me a cooking lesson and took me to the best Asian grocery store on the planet. We watched “The Godfather” together (I had never seen it! Shame on me!) which was one of my favorite times so far hanging out with my mother-in-law. King took Owen, Me and Emily to a National’s game. And I got to meet some of Emily’s friends at their house warming party. Here are the pictures. We mostly relaxed and just hung out. At the end of the long weekend Emily gave us a ride back home and hung out for a couple of days in Colonial Heights. It was lovely. Below are some highlights. And there are more pictures here.
hard at work
cruising in grandpa's car
Filed under Family, holidays
Don and I have been going to Highland Methodist Church here in Colonial Heights. I really, really like it and recently joined a new Bible study class entitled “An Invitation to John.” Other than reading individual scriptures in the context of reading something else or in a sermon I’ve never studied the Bible seriously.
I wish I enjoyed it. I love listening to my Aunt Ginny or my mom or any one talk about reading something from the Bible and feeling Peace and like God is talking directly to them. I don’t feel that way. At all. At least not yet. I get this panicky, overwhelmed feeling. This past Sunday night was the first Bible Study and I had that constant embarrassed blush that makes your body feel like it’s on fire. Whenever I blurted out what I was thinking I felt like a total idiot.
Today, just when I was feeling totally in over my head and ready to call it quits Owen rides his tricycle up to porch…
Owen: Let me see that book.
Mom: No honey, I’m reading it.
Owen looks at cover
Mom: Do you know what book this is? It’s the Bible.
Owen: God wrote that for you.
Mom: :shocked face: Yes he did.
Wow! Kids are so smart! Where do they get this stuff? Needless to say, it made me feel better. It was written for me. More the reason to try and bumble my way through it.