Thursday, November 18, 2010

...Stupid Cat

Another cat rant... of sorts. I seem to find myself muttering the phrase "stupid cat" more often then I'd like to admit. Didn't realize how much I was actually saying it until I heard my little Lola say "stupid cat" under her breath like I do. Oops. Well to make myself feel better I've told myself I'm just saving her from a cat filled adult life.

And for good measure I've stopped cursing the cat under my breath. Good thing she can't read yet.

...Stupid Cat

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Cats and Poop, Cats are Poop

Reasons to never own a cat. Reason #1 Experience! I happen to know a very nice cat named Socks and I live with him. Reason #2 He woke me up at 3 am by licking my bare feet. Luckily in my anger when I tried to kick him into an early death I was half asleep and clumsly and he survived (I completely missed). Reason #3 I have small children, which means unless they are both sleeping I never get to go to the bathroom by myself. Tonight Socks head butted the door and interrupted my glorious alone time by general purring and rubbing on my leg. There are probably 400 other reasons I could list why not to own a cat (like the time my son sampled a cat turd), but this week those are the top 3 reasons.

And speaking of eating cat turds Lola tried her own poop.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Halloween Lunch

On Sunday I made a Halloween themed lunch. Mummy dogs, apple spiders, and scary snails.

Lola has an unnatural love of hot dogs, but was really skeptical about Mummy dogs. It was fun regardless.

Trick or Treat

Saturday it rained, I mean really rained right during the perfect trick or treating time. Luckily the clouds parted and we were able to scramble out and not get rained on. Lola loved it. We went to the first door and they gave her a huge handful of candy (a perk of being little and cute). Her response was "Next House Mommy!" She had a surprising amount of endurance and could have gone longer than we did. She paid a hefty snicker tax this year, but she didn't seem to mind. Ryder was pretty much just along for the ride. He did enjoy when people allowed him to put his hand in their bowl and take what he wanted.

That night Lola asked if she could sleep with her treats (the answer was no) and then the next morning sheasked to bring them to church (again the answer was no). The kids (and parents) had a great time and were totally wore out. The next morning after church on the ridiculously short trip home they both passed out in the car before we even made it home. I took a nap too and I'm pretty sure I looked like Ryder.