Monday, November 30, 2009

The Trio of Terror & Feline Fire Safety 101

Pickles stuck her tail in the candle. Instead of delicious iced snow berries scent I had burnt cat hair. Yum. She sleeps on my pillow so I got to smell her all night. I am thankful her tail is fine minus a few singed hair. I am not thankful my pillow smells like smoking cat. Poor pickles complains about everything when she is happy. A smoldering tail just made her whole week.

A little something extra...

The Trio of Terror( or my cats) according to the Lucky Irish Gal Dictionary

Clio \KLEE-oh\ noun: Large, yellow female cat who thinks the world revolves around her. Will most likely make any person in her immediate vicinity pet her.

Pickles \my DD says it is PEEK-os\ noun: Blubberous, gray female with loud, opinionated nature. Will protest anything.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Tree trimming and crying kids

J and I video chatted while he was at 35,000 feet above the ground. Pretty neat. It finally set in for R that daddy was gone for a while. He told his dad he wanted to be on the plane with him and then dissolved into tears. If he had the power J would have turned the plane around right then. L has been a tiny bear all day. She had cried and whined from sun up to sun down. Over all a fantastic day with two little babies that miss having Daddy home.



I did get all the christmas lights put up outside. The tree is up and decorated. Pretty good progress considering the obstacles I had to overcome to get it done.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

A little quality time with the kiddos.

My DH is off to DC tomorrow morning and won't return until late Thursday evening. Mom has surgery on Tuesday. She will get to come home sometime Thursday as well. That leaves me and the kids at home together for a little forced bonding. It also means that Mom and J will come home to a slightly less sane me than they left behind. It just figures that the week J is gonna be gone would be the same week Mom has her surgery. We are having an out of funds experience right now so I cannot do much with the kids outside of the house. Well I could but I kind of think paying the mortgage is more important than a trip to McDonald's. Call me crazy.




After watching UP my 4 y/o son made Inigo his very own "cone of shame". Isn't he thoughtful?