catch up.

I really hate this program for blogging. I can NEVER get my font the way I want it on the first, second, or fifth attempt. It really bothers me that it has to be so difficult.

Moving on ... the last kitty died after about a week of torment. Not by the hands of my children but my husband. She was following Jake out the door and was caught perfectly for the door to close on her mid-section. Her spine was broken and I just felt terrible as she drug her hind quarters searching for a safe haven. She didn't seem to be in too much pain as she did not cry. Jake put her down. I was pretty broken up about this little kitty dying. I assume because she was just a baby. I hate death. Wow. Let's move on from here.

So Isaac has cavities. I would love to say that I brush his teeth daily and floss weekly but that is a big fat lie! I may brush monthly and floss during his 6 month check up. I know. You mothers out there are probably pulling at your hair with anguish on your faces thinking how could you do that to your sweet little man. Well, the intention is there but not the follow through. I have a goal to brush / floss more regularly and I think everyone else should as well. So he had an appointment to get his teeth filled and such in Wichita this morning at 6 am. Yeah. That put me leaving my house at 5 am and having Susan wake up early to get Jacob off to school. I get there and they say sorry, you can't have that baby in here so we'll have to reschedule you. Wow. No sympathy for a travelling girl. Apparently I should have known better. I guess she was right. Why would I think it was okay to have a baby in a doctor's office. I gave you the very short version but I will let you know, I kept my cool. I did not boycott them. I said I'm sorry for the trouble and they rescheduled me for Monday morning at the same time. I drove to Wichita for nothing. I did see that diesel is $3.07 which made me happy.

So maybe this hasn't come up yet but we are moving. Yes, you read that right. We just bought a house in town and will be moving sometime soon. It's too much to live and build so we found a good opportunity and took it. I have great expectations of a home with crisp clean lines and no clutter. I'll keep you posted on how that's working for me. We still plan on moving back to The Hill but maybe in a year or two. I am certain it will not be as stressful as the one 3 months ago since everything is still packed. We are crazy. So unpredictable.

Uhm, I don't know where I am with this. I am so sleepy I don't even know if I'm putting my words together correctly. I am sick, tired, and a headache has been creepin' in. I'm going to sleep hard tonight. I'm done. I'm out.

Oh, and Happy Halloween. I nearly forgot the holiday since we have not had it yet. We will be celebrating our trick or treating tomorrow cause in Seymour, and many other surrounding towns, it has been moved to Saturday so that there will be a great showing at the Friday night football game. Only in Texas.

9 lives

I picked up 2 kittens a couple days ago in an effort to rid my home of mice. These poor itsy bitsy kittens were abandoned by their humans and without their mama. So "mother mode" kicks in and I want to nurse them back to health (as if they were in bad health-I dunno). SO I buy wet cat food and give them the entire can which proved to be a bad idea. Because only one ate from it and he ate it all. 24 hours later dead kitty. Perhaps he overate and couldn't pass it fast enough. Again, I dunno.

So we are down to 1 kitty that has finally allowed itself to be handled by her new humans ... poor kitty didn't know how good she had it BEFORE she allowed us into her life. Darla, um ... I mean, Evann has come to her rescue. Every time she cries Evann goes to get her. Yes, Evann that is also as allergic to cats as her father. She picks her up and nuzzles her face into the belly of the cat. Moments later she emerges with hives but as she puts it, "That's okay." Yes, it's okay until she starts to scratch at her eyeballs and begs for medicine. Poor little girl. I suppose as her mother I should control the situation and forbid her to touch the cat but c'mon she's a little girl, a lover of all animals. And her allergy is not life threatening. A little Benadryl and we're good. A little nap and we are healed.

So this morning is a wonderfully rainy day. It's foggy and wet. I love these days. The wagon was filled with water from rain, several inches. Darla, I mean Evann, thought kitty needed a bath cause "she was all dirty and she got me dirty too!" as Evann puts it. So she drenches and quite possibly holds down the kitty in the pool of water at least 3 times. I say 3 since I keep hearing this horrific sound coming from the cat that many times. I demand the release of her prisoner and make her come inside. I scold her for being mean to the kitty and naturally, "I wasn't being mean, I was just getting her clean." This perhaps is what bathtime is like in Evann's mind. (Note to self: be more gentle while washing hair.)

So all is well and I feed the kids breakfast but I continue to hear that cat wailing. SO I go look for her and she is a fully saturated mess. She is half the cat she was, shaking and trembling. Not happy. So again, mother mode kicks in and I collect the cat and dry her off with an old towel. Not working, she's too wet and cold. So I take her upstairs and blow dry her until she gets her core temperature back up. ;) I left her in the towel in the other part of the house where she is now quite. Perhaps making an escape route in her mind for when she is fully recovered. Or only when she sees Evann lurking. I love my girl. She tries so hard, she's like the that old cartoon about the abominable snowman...