getting along

it's mandatory at our home.

for the humans.  and the non-humans, too.

peaceful.  happy.  comfortable.  loved.

the cat's outta the.....

...coat.

the cat

it's a tough life for the cat.

puddy mcfluffkins normally gets to enjoy the morning sunshine on the big ole ottoman. but today the dog is out-n-about. so puddy has retreated to "his room". the warmth of the dryer, in place of sunshine, seems to be okay with him.

it's a tough life for the cat.

cutting

we had our very first parent/teach conference earlier this week.

all was good - not that we expected anything less. but it was nice to hear about how our wren does at her school (which she adores!).

she is creative. she enjoys writing station. she is curious (and luckily, she has not used one of her favorite phrases on either teacher...yet: "i'm not naughty, i am just curious"). she loves learning. she is a good listener. she is a friend. she is verbal. she is on the cusp of reading.

but, there had to be something not up to par. and there was. is. involving her motor skills. and her ability, errr, IN-ability to use scissors well. or at all. at first perhaps the "she is a lefty" could be a reason. well...wren's momma knew precisely why she struggles.

confession: my girls have never, ever, ever, EVER held or cut with a pair of scissors. not even the rounded, blunt ended, only-for-paper scissors.

why? or why not?

have you seen their beautiful hair?? they have never had their hair cut. no trip to a salon. no kitchen chair with a trashbag around them as i snip. N-E-V-E-R. i love their hair. wren loves her curls. linnea loves her long hair. oh, and i like puddy's fur as is.

we will probably get a pair of scissors. if for no other reason than to NOT have the same teacher realize next year that linnea cannot use scissors either.

i'm just a filler in the space that happened to be free...

there are times when puddy mcfluffkins . . . (the cat that i chose from the humane society last year. my cat. my husband does not prefer cats. he prefers dogs. so it was i who chose puddy. convinced my husband that, as a matter of fact, we do need another kitty cat at our home since big oliver went to animal heaven. i am the one who petitioned to adopt puddy.) . . . seems to be annoyed with my presence in his world. and i know that it is because his favorite person from our family is gone. either at work. or working out. or outside. or maybe just in the bathroom. where ever.

puddy prefers my husband.

yep, the one who really did not want another cat. the one who thought we were fine with just the dog...

and when i get this look from puddy mcfluffkins, i am nearly certain he would sing this (about 1:14 into it...) if he could...he is a heartbreaker. but i still love him. and feed him. and my husband, too. love him, too. and feed him, too.
"You should know that you're just a temporary fix
This is not rooted with you it don't mean that much to me
You're just a filler in the space that happened to be free
How dare you think you'd get away with trying to play me"

- adele, best for last (partial lyrics)

of cats & kids...

the cat's out, errr i mean IN, the bag: after puddy had the zoomies for about 15 minutes this a.m. he then decided to slide all over the kitchen floor in a plastic bag. here he is taking a quick break. probably to breath. he is a kook.

breakfast of champions: linnea and her 'picy cheese...please notice all the nimble/chomp marks on the block of cheese. anyone know where to get a refrigerator lock??