Kitty Love

As we never had kitties growing up, I'm not a big fan of them or having any pets really. It's not that I don't like them. I just have enough to take care of and clean up after right now. Sure the kids ask for one at least once a week. And, of course they promise to feed it and take care of it.

But, I haven't fallen for their promises. I told them if they can go a week without leaving their undies on the floor, I would get them a pet. So far, I've been safe and I'm not worried that they'll follow through on it.

I've been steadfastedly holding to this position for a while.

But I may have to change my mind after meeting my friends kitties. They are so chill.







I love his little face. Morris the cat, anyone? Garfield? Seriously. Look at his little smirk. You just know that he runs the show there.





The kitties owners got little fingernail covers for their nails so they didn't have to declaw them. Who knew those even existed? Too funny.



My friend Celena was also taking pictures of Laura's two kitties. And they were taking it all in stride like they were kitty models or something. The cameras didn't bother them a bit.




And, although Rowdy Carnes doesn't live in the same house as the two kitties above, he's still pretty chill himself.



Photographing these kitties was fun. Maybe I found a new avenue to photograph.

If I could have a cat as chill as these kitties, I'd get one. But, with my luck, I'd end up with a stand-offish kitty like my parents kitties. But, there's still hope for the kids to have a kitty. Maybe. Or maybe not.

But, these kitties rocked. Totally!

The First Snow Day

A snow day can elicit so many reactions from so many people. The kids are super excited because they get to stay out of school, get hot chocolate on demand and get to play in the snow.

To me, it's a big ol' groan because I know by the end of the day they will be stir crazy and will be terrorizing each other and destroying my house in the process. Not to mention the amount of clothes that they go through while playing outside is enough to fill a washing machine. Twice.

They inevitibly take off, and usually lose, their hats and gloves while playing regardless of how many times I tell them to put them back on. Nevermind that it's freezing outside and they're making snowballs with their barehands. They're stupid children what can I say? (And I mean that in the most loving way possible, so no hate comments, m'kay?)



Note something missing on Owen? Yep. He lost his glasses in the snow. That's no surprise though. What is surprising is that he actually found them this time.




They did love playing in the snow. And then 20 minutes later, they came in, stripped off the twenty layers of clothes (including 5 pairs of underwear) and had hot chocolate. It was a pretty perfect snow day actually. :)

But if you listen closely, you may hear a big sigh of relief from the moms in my neighborhood this morning because the kids go back to school today. We don't even care that it's two hours late. :)

I Guess You Need To Specify

Ken and I went to Charlotte, NC this weekend to celebrate two friends' birthdays. On the way back to reality, we stopped by Bojangles to get biscuits as we always do since we can't get them in Virginia.

I handed Ken his sandwich (because I guess he's not as southern as me and didn't have to have a biscuit), which he unwrapped and took a bite of. He started giggling and handed it to me and asked if I could help him deal with it.



Then we got to really giggling. What was the worker who fixed the sandwich thinking?

Did they giggle as they did it, telling their co-worker to check out the stalk of lettuce on the sandwich or were they irritated and said to himself "f' it" and just sent it out?

I guess the moral to the story is to specify that you wish to have a piece of lettuce on your sandwich rather than a stalk .

Where's My Head?

When the boys got home yesterday at 4:00, I had to get them organized and get them right back out the door to get Owen to tennis at 4:30. This is no easy feat considering all they want to do is raid the fridge and watch toonies.

Owen, get out of the fridge!

Owen, get dressed!

Shane, get something to do while Owen's at tennis!

Shane go pee! Owen go pee!

Owen, get out of the fridge!

Owen, get dressed!

And, so forth and so on until we finally head out the door at 4:20 or so.

At this point, I remind both of them to get their coats. It's 20 degrees outside after all.

I go to get into the car and realized I had forgotten my purse and I handed Shane the sales flyers that I intended to read while he was in class and let the seat up to buckle Owen's seatbelt. I intended to go back and get my purse after buckeling Owen up.

I again asked Shane where he saw my purse. He said it was on the counter.

As I am getting ready to buckle Owen's seat belt, I looked down and saw my purse.

It was in my hand. I swear I'd lose my head if it weren't attached.

Now, stop laughing because I know that you've done something stupid like that before. Sunglasses on the head anyone? Anyone?

So we raced to the tennis center. We get in there and realize that Owen has a week break and doesn't really have tennis.

Haha. Another blonde moment or two.

Just An Update

What's been going on?

Well, let's see.

Tennis lessons for Shane.

Tennis lessons for Owen.

Tennis lessons for Kim.

Braving the crowds at the inauguration for Ken. He said that he'd rather deal with three million people than two kids cooped up for four days off of school!

Entertaining said kids for four days.

Grocery shopping.

Cleaning the house. (okay...it's a stretch but we'll go with it.)

Working for Ken.

Some working for Kim.

Taking Owen to the doctor. And then staying home with him (and cancelling all other plans) when he's officially sick.

Staying home with Shane when he has *ahem* tummy issues. See above notation about cancelling all activities.

And getting ready to go to Charlotte for my friends Celena and Scott's birthday. How she is 40, I'm really not sure!

So, when I get back, I promise to lay off the tennis (since I'm not officially addicted) and get back to posting pictures and other items that the grandparents are clamoring for.

Have a great weekend!