Meet Gilbert/Poppy/Doug/Sparky Socks/Lucky/Choncho

The list goes on.  

I'm reluctant to even post this because of my disdain for animals, especially cats, but I'll do it anyway.

This kitten showed up the other night after I had gone to bed.  It stood at the backdoor meowing so Jared through it a piece of meat.  The worst thing you can do.  It stuck around all day Saturday, even though we were gone from morning until late night.  I was reluctant to keep it but once my girls saw it [from a distance!] they decided we should keep it.  My Vet-in-training brother checked it out and said that it's healthy and even gave it a bath.  

Our no-name kitten is strictly an outdoor cat and doesn't mind that we don't pet it.  I did break down and buy a box of kitten food but it was a hard $2 to throw down.  

Some pet owners we are.

Meet Gilbert/Poppy/Doug/Sparky Socks/Lucky/Choncho

The list goes on.  

I'm reluctant to even post this because of my disdain for animals, especially cats, but I'll do it anyway.

This kitten showed up the other night after I had gone to bed.  It stood at the backdoor meowing so Jared through it a piece of meat.  The worst thing you can do.  It stuck around all day Saturday, even though we were gone from morning until late night.  I was reluctant to keep it but once my girls saw it [from a distance!] they decided we should keep it.  My Vet-in-training brother checked it out and said that it's healthy and even gave it a bath.  

Our no-name kitten is strictly an outdoor cat and doesn't mind that we don't pet it.  I did break down and buy a box of kitten food but it was a hard $2 to throw down.  

Some pet owners we are.

Pedicures

Last week I took my girls to the salon for haircuts.  While we were there Addie saw a little girl getting a pedicure and couldn't take her eyes off of her.  I asked her if she would like to get one and of course the answer was yes.  So yesterday we pulled out the lotion, polish, clippers and all the pedicure stuff we could pull together and gave each other pedicures.

She loved soaking her feet in the warm, soapy water.  I rubbed and lotioned her legs and feet, then trimmed and painted her nails.  Before bed last night she told me how much she loved it and that she wanted to have a pedicure everyday.

I was next.

Addie gives great foot rubs and I was not about to turn her down.  My feet have been horribly swollen the last few days and my Dr. told me to try to take it easy and keep them up.  On Monday night they were so bad I could barely bend them to walk.  This morning I was happy to wake up to a normal foot size.  Maybe a foot rub was just what the Dr. ordered! 

It wasn't long before Kimber joined us and wanted to paint my fingernails.  This is what I got.

Pedicures

Last week I took my girls to the salon for haircuts.  While we were there Addie saw a little girl getting a pedicure and couldn't take her eyes off of her.  I asked her if she would like to get one and of course the answer was yes.  So yesterday we pulled out the lotion, polish, clippers and all the pedicure stuff we could pull together and gave each other pedicures.

She loved soaking her feet in the warm, soapy water.  I rubbed and lotioned her legs and feet, then trimmed and painted her nails.  Before bed last night she told me how much she loved it and that she wanted to have a pedicure everyday.

I was next.

Addie gives great foot rubs and I was not about to turn her down.  My feet have been horribly swollen the last few days and my Dr. told me to try to take it easy and keep them up.  On Monday night they were so bad I could barely bend them to walk.  This morning I was happy to wake up to a normal foot size.  Maybe a foot rub was just what the Dr. ordered! 

It wasn't long before Kimber joined us and wanted to paint my fingernails.  This is what I got.

To Peek or Not To Peek, That is the Question

Let me start off by telling you something that annoys me terribly.  I cannot tell you how many times I have had this conversation with people:

Them: "when are you due?"

Me: "The beginning of July."

Them: "Do you know what you're having?"

Me: "Nope."

Them: "Are you going to find out?"

Me:  "Are you stupid?  I have gone this long without finding out and I have just about six weeks left.  Why in the world would I find out now?"

Actually that last part only happens in my head, but I wish I could say it out loud!

Anytime someone finds out I don't know I get one of two reactions.  It's either, "Oh, I couldn't do that.  I have to know."  Or "Good for you!"  I have been pleasantly surprised at how many think it's great.  

So today I decided to check out the clothing situation in case we have a boy.  There are 12 bins of clothing out in storage and just 1 of them is marked "Baby Boy."  It's  a small collection (about half of a storage bin) of clothing and receiving blankets I collected when I was pregnant with Kimber, just in case.  

I realized it's a sad collection of pajamas that are too big and that I don't even have something I can bring a boy home from the hospital in.  When I get to the Valley I'll buy an outfit or two just to get us home.  I figure that after that I won't be leaving the house much for a while so there is plenty of time for Internet shopping.

I also pulled out the bin of girl's newborn clothing and let the girls pick out an outfit we could bring a sister home in.  Since it will be July and they were both born in the winter, I didn't have lots to choose from but they settled for a little onesie with a ladybug on it.

Addie wants a brother more than anything and Kimber wants a little sister.  Jared and I both agree that we don't care either way.  And that's the truth.  Jared thinks he has an idea of what it is, but just in case he's wrong, I'm going to keep that to myself.  As for me, I can honestly say that I will be surprised either way.  I have no premonition or feeling about one or the other.  Happy and healthy, that's all I'm asking for.

To Peek or Not To Peek, That is the Question

Let me start off by telling you something that annoys me terribly.  I cannot tell you how many times I have had this conversation with people:

Them: "when are you due?"

Me: "The beginning of July."

Them: "Do you know what you're having?"

Me: "Nope."

Them: "Are you going to find out?"

Me:  "Are you stupid?  I have gone this long without finding out and I have just about six weeks left.  Why in the world would I find out now?"

Actually that last part only happens in my head, but I wish I could say it out loud!

Anytime someone finds out I don't know I get one of two reactions.  It's either, "Oh, I couldn't do that.  I have to know."  Or "Good for you!"  I have been pleasantly surprised at how many think it's great.  

So today I decided to check out the clothing situation in case we have a boy.  There are 12 bins of clothing out in storage and just 1 of them is marked "Baby Boy."  It's  a small collection (about half of a storage bin) of clothing and receiving blankets I collected when I was pregnant with Kimber, just in case.  

I realized it's a sad collection of pajamas that are too big and that I don't even have something I can bring a boy home from the hospital in.  When I get to the Valley I'll buy an outfit or two just to get us home.  I figure that after that I won't be leaving the house much for a while so there is plenty of time for Internet shopping.

I also pulled out the bin of girl's newborn clothing and let the girls pick out an outfit we could bring a sister home in.  Since it will be July and they were both born in the winter, I didn't have lots to choose from but they settled for a little onesie with a ladybug on it.

Addie wants a brother more than anything and Kimber wants a little sister.  Jared and I both agree that we don't care either way.  And that's the truth.  Jared thinks he has an idea of what it is, but just in case he's wrong, I'm going to keep that to myself.  As for me, I can honestly say that I will be surprised either way.  I have no premonition or feeling about one or the other.  Happy and healthy, that's all I'm asking for.

Service

Saw this video this morning



And thought of this photo of my sweet Grandma.