December 2008

The kitten is most often being referred to as, “Bitsy” now.

Because she is “Itsy Bitsy!” and “An Itsy Bitsy Kitty, aren’t you? You teensy tiny widdle oopsy bitsy boo!”

As I type this, the little hellion is repeatedly removing the straw from my water glass and attempting to walk away with it.

OMG. TEENSY ITSY BITSY KITTY!!

I realize that lying is a developmental stage.

I realize that 5 is the age when kids really start to use it.

But OHMYGOD, if Maymo doesn’t stop lying about shit to get his brothers in trouble, I am going to tell him that Santa isn’t real.

Keep in mind, as you view this, that it’s the middle of the day and that, in order to get a decent photo, I had to bring in a professional with professional equipment.

But this photo oughta’ give you a good idea as to the “specialness” of our tree. The glowing, gleaming, reflective, insanely-decorated tree.

Note, too, that the skull on top has candy canes protruding from its eye sockets (thanks to Oldest One) and that the bottom of the tree does not have a skirt to hide the metal (because the dogs would eat it) and that we felt the tinsel-based tree did not, in fact, have enough tinsel so we added some tinsel garlands.

Every time I look at this tree I giggle.

If you, too, require a professional photographer to document your Christmas tree, I can wholeheartedly recommend Ms. Wilson.

There are few things nicer than returning home, belly full of sushi, to find three happy kids.

Actually, other than wild crazy monkey sex, I’m not sure ANYTHING is better that that. Hmmm.

Anyway.

Jenn kindly offered to watch the boys today so Coffee and I could go out for sushi. Alone. Without kids. And we totally took advantage of that offer and got the hell out of dodge.

We ate sushi and we talked – in full sentences with no one interrupting us – and then we ran an errand (note to self, never EVER do that again near the holidays. EVER.)

And when we both felt relaxed and peaceful and detoxed from the pre-holiday crap, we returned home and found three very happy kids.

So happy, in fact, that Maymo burst into tears when Jenn and her husband were leaving because “it was too much fun, mom!!”

All together now: Awwwwwwwwwww!

I have THE best friends in the whole world. Seriously.

I want you to know that it’s taking ALL of my self control not to fill this blog up with random kitty tidbits.

“Oh! She’s on my lap purring!”
“Oh! She’s EATING!”
“Oh! She’s licking Daisy’s nose!”
“Oh! She’s meowing!”

Last night I was kind of teasing Maymo for his enthusiasm about every move the kitty made but, um, yeah. It would appear that it’s contagious.

Ms Isadore Von Fluffypants is IN DA’ HOUSE!

She is currently wandering around, sniffing things, and perhaps wondering why Maymo is following her and providing a running commentary on every move she makes. (“Mom! SHE IS EATING!!!”)

Photos and amusing kitten anecdotes will surely appear here shortly…

The sudden laughter, sudden tears, are both equally weird at the moment and I have to keep reminding myself that feelings are normal.

The following YouTube video has been all over the place lately, of course, but I didn’t have a chance to click “play” and thus only knew from the subject line on assorted blog posts what to expect.

This morning while eating my bagel I finally hit the button to watch it and about 2 seconds into it I burst into tears because.. Nature IS SO COOL.

Yeah.

Oldest One is mad because we won’t pay $500 for him to spend 6 days at a Scout camp this summer.

I informed him that it’s not so much “won’t” as it is “cannot“.

We do not have $1,500 to spend on the kids for camp, even though there’s nothing I’d love more than to send all three of them away for a while (ha!).

And while you may say, “Not everything has to be equal and even, y’know!” the truth is that I could very, very easily find $500 camps/experiences for the other two that they’d love just as much as Oldest One would love Scout camp. Possibly even MORE than he’d love Scout camp.

He tried to explain how much he wanted to go. How much FUN it would be.

And I reminded him that this was not “we do not wish to send you” and that it was, in fact, “we cannot avoid feeding you and your brothers for a few weeks so you can all go to camp”.

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Maymo loves to eat snow.

I love to let him.

I know, I know, there are BUGS and GERMS and COOTIES in the snow. But I’m always telling him not to eat snow that’s brown or yellow (ew!) or has dirt or grime on it.

Aim for fresh snow, is what I’m saying.

Today he took off his boots to carry them past me, downstairs, to the place where boots rest when they’re not on our feet.

And as he walked by, he began carefully licking the snow from the toe of the boot.

Because “it was clean, Mom. Honest.”

The upside? The kid’s gonna’ grow up with a KICK-ASS immune system.

I’m still dizzy. Otherwise, I’m fine.

I think I’ll save my next update for the day on which I’m feeling “not dizzy” and “still fine”.

Sound okay to you?