Last night, Bruce got home from hockey late, like usual. Except unlike usual he came into the bedroom and woke me up saying, "There is a cat outside. Should I just feed it or let it in?" Um. What? Once Mystery Kitty had consumed a whole can of food in under three minutes it became clear that even if he/she (No idea. I am not in the habit of getting overly familiar with strange animals) had somewhere to go, the cat certainly hadn't been there in quite a while. Seeing as how the cat was starving and it was below freezing and past midnight, Bruce picked the kitty up and brought it inside to our nice warm basement. Of course when he actually touched the cat it was evident that Mystery Kitty had been declawed in the front and had no business whatsoever wandering around in the dark. Mystery Kitty is very friendly to people and seems to be tolerating the kids but has somewhat different opinions on the rest of our household. After our whole Sam debacle, we are going to do our best to find the Mystery Kitty's owners and reunite them. Failing that, perhaps Mystery Kitty could learn to not despise dogs?
Calder is the clear winner of the Mystery Kitty saga. This morning he told Wren that one of her plush friends, Orange Kitty, had come to life. I am only angry that I did not get a chance to do this first.
Speaking of orange things, here is a picture of some freak of nature bright orange squirrel.
Sometime last week, Calder found out my birthday was coming up. It's tomorrow, in fact. Even since he has been on this weird bent to make it my bestest birthday ever. Like by making secret gifts that require my help and saying things such as, "Do you want a surprise party? We could invite all your friends?" Jokes on you kid. I don't have any friends to surprise me with. My favorite is him responding to my requests to perform basic acts of cleanliness with, "I hope you will be in a better mood on your birthday." Perhaps, but I will still want you to take your ten thousand shoes out of the living room.
Wren has had a fever for four days now. Apparently a portion of her time being lost Sears was spent licking door knobs or something.Bruce took her in yesterday and the only thing the doctor could say for sure was it' snot an ear infection. Ahh, so she's just just not listening to me then. Wren with a fever is probably what normal kids are like all the time. Not riding dogs, falling asleep willingly before 10:30, cuddling sans boob punches.
|Mom, take my picture with the sick baby!|
I have a distinct feeling that Wren could be potty trained right now if she chose but she is instead refusing to learn in open defiance of her parents. So far we have tried the naked weekend thing (pee, pee everywhere), bribery (she did a #2, got her candy and was done with it), special underpants, (oh, the horrors Twilight Sparkle has seen) and begging. None of these have worked. I recall Calder being mostly potty trained by two and a half so the next person who tells me that girls are easier than boys is getting punched in the throat.
Beef Stew with Sweet Potatoes
1. Make regular beef stew but use sweet potatoes instead of regular ones.
2. Accidentally cook until thy disintegrate.