A Post About Nothing
Tuesday, July 15, 2008 by Amy
Pictures of Riley and Avery looking at seashells with a magnifying glass.
Riley was looking through the cat food that I got Little Sweetheart yesterday, and she picked up a can and said "Is this organic?" Um, most certainly not. Both of the girls have attempted to clean out the liter box because I made an off-hand comment to Michael (Isaiah's dad, who gave us the cat) that the girls get all the fun responsibilities and I get to clean out the litter box. Not we have litter all over the floor. Oh well, they're trying to help.
As Little Sweetheart gets just a bit older, it's obvious that she's a black tabby, not plain old black. It'll be interesting to see how her coloring develops, but her stripes are becoming more apparent every day. I was nursing Avery to sleep last night with my arm hooked around her head as I always do and Little Sweetheart squeezed in between Avery and my arm and fell asleep on my forearm. Quite cute.
Oh, and today we were looking for Little Sweetheart and couldn't find her. As it turns out she was in the guinea pig cage curled up sleeping in one of the pig houses while the pigs went about their daily business. So now I wonder if I could let them become acclimated with each other so that when Little Sweetheart is older she won't see them as forbidden fruit. But can you ever let your guard down when a cat is around a pair of tasty guinea pigs? The guinea pigs are as interested in Little Sweetheart as she is in them.
Riley made another friend yesterday. Carlos. Carlos is seven, but about the size of a five year old. I spoke to his parents at length yesterday, mostly about schooling and so forth, and how my daughter and her daughter (older) always get along better with boys. Carlos' mom said about Riley "Oh, yeah, she upstairs with all the boys."
Oh, and Michael is great with Riley too. She has always been more comfortable with adults and she can talk his ear off. She was talking to him about spiders and fire ants as Riley finds a spider and picks it up. Michaels was like "She picked a spider up with her hands! She's so much braver than I am, I am so scared of spiders!" It was a daddy-long-legs, people!
Oh, I swear, if random neighborhood kids don't stop knocking on my door asking for a flavor-ice and water I think I'll go insane! How did I become the flavor-ice lady? Oh my God, TWO MORE KIDS just knocked on our door asking for flavor-ice!! What's up with that?? It would be one thing if Riley were outside with a group of friends and she wanted a flavor-ice, and then we'd offer them to the other kids since it's just plain rude to do otherwise, but to just knock on our door asking for it sans Riley? I sincerely hope that Riley isn't randomly [Oh, for the love of Pete, a kid just knocked asking for water!!] begging strangers for food. Argh!! I'm so busy handing out flavor-ice that my pot of tomato soup boiled over and now I'm going to have to clean the burner and drip-pan thingy. I'm going insane! I'll just mention that three of the knockers knocked while I was trying to nurse Avery to sleep. I guess she's skipping a nap today.
And for the love of all that is sacred in the world, I just now go outside to check on Riley and there is flavor-ice trash all over the neighborhood! That's it, no more flavor-ice!!! I say, no more flavor-ice!! Oh, Rudi soooooo warned me that this would happen and I just thought he was being a grumpy old sourpuss. So I have to give him props this time.
Riley was looking through the cat food that I got Little Sweetheart yesterday, and she picked up a can and said "Is this organic?" Um, most certainly not. Both of the girls have attempted to clean out the liter box because I made an off-hand comment to Michael (Isaiah's dad, who gave us the cat) that the girls get all the fun responsibilities and I get to clean out the litter box. Not we have litter all over the floor. Oh well, they're trying to help.
As Little Sweetheart gets just a bit older, it's obvious that she's a black tabby, not plain old black. It'll be interesting to see how her coloring develops, but her stripes are becoming more apparent every day. I was nursing Avery to sleep last night with my arm hooked around her head as I always do and Little Sweetheart squeezed in between Avery and my arm and fell asleep on my forearm. Quite cute.
Oh, and today we were looking for Little Sweetheart and couldn't find her. As it turns out she was in the guinea pig cage curled up sleeping in one of the pig houses while the pigs went about their daily business. So now I wonder if I could let them become acclimated with each other so that when Little Sweetheart is older she won't see them as forbidden fruit. But can you ever let your guard down when a cat is around a pair of tasty guinea pigs? The guinea pigs are as interested in Little Sweetheart as she is in them.
Riley made another friend yesterday. Carlos. Carlos is seven, but about the size of a five year old. I spoke to his parents at length yesterday, mostly about schooling and so forth, and how my daughter and her daughter (older) always get along better with boys. Carlos' mom said about Riley "Oh, yeah, she upstairs with all the boys."
Oh, and Michael is great with Riley too. She has always been more comfortable with adults and she can talk his ear off. She was talking to him about spiders and fire ants as Riley finds a spider and picks it up. Michaels was like "She picked a spider up with her hands! She's so much braver than I am, I am so scared of spiders!" It was a daddy-long-legs, people!
Oh, I swear, if random neighborhood kids don't stop knocking on my door asking for a flavor-ice and water I think I'll go insane! How did I become the flavor-ice lady? Oh my God, TWO MORE KIDS just knocked on our door asking for flavor-ice!! What's up with that?? It would be one thing if Riley were outside with a group of friends and she wanted a flavor-ice, and then we'd offer them to the other kids since it's just plain rude to do otherwise, but to just knock on our door asking for it sans Riley? I sincerely hope that Riley isn't randomly [Oh, for the love of Pete, a kid just knocked asking for water!!] begging strangers for food. Argh!! I'm so busy handing out flavor-ice that my pot of tomato soup boiled over and now I'm going to have to clean the burner and drip-pan thingy. I'm going insane! I'll just mention that three of the knockers knocked while I was trying to nurse Avery to sleep. I guess she's skipping a nap today.
And for the love of all that is sacred in the world, I just now go outside to check on Riley and there is flavor-ice trash all over the neighborhood! That's it, no more flavor-ice!!! I say, no more flavor-ice!! Oh, Rudi soooooo warned me that this would happen and I just thought he was being a grumpy old sourpuss. So I have to give him props this time.
Can I please have a Flavor-Ice, please?