Our newest family member

We haven't had pets since Nicholas was a wee one, just starting to crawl. A couple weeks ago, the girls started telling me they wanted a kitten. And truth be told, I was wanting to get one too. I've always had a soft spot for kitties. So I told them to ask Daddy. There aren't many things they ask Daddy for that they don't get!

So, ask they did. And with Easter coming up, Daddy decided that just maybe we could get one from the Easter Bunny. The week before Easter, he started searching around for a Siamese kitten. In case you've never searched for a Siamese kitten, let me just tell you-- they are not easy to find. But of course, Daddy found a couple about an hour away from us at a rescue place. Over the course of the week, he emailed back and forth with the owners. They wanted a lot of info from us to make sure we would be good owners for a tiny fragile kitten. Our four year old concerned them some but Daddy convinced them that he was a gentle boy (well, most of the time!). And finally after some background checks (references, vet records), he got the ok on Easter Eve to go pick up our 7 week old kitten.

We told the girls he was going out with a friend (wanted to keep the kitty a surprise) and I took the kids bowling. When we got home that night, the kitten was hidden in Daddy's car in his carrier and after finally getting three excited-for-Easter-morning kids in bed, I got to take a peek at our baby. OH MY~~ What a cutie he is!



That night, Daddy slept downstairs with the kitty. I could hear him meowing a little but nothing too loud that the kids would hear! The next morning, one of the clues for finding the kids' Easter baskets let them to the room where the kitty was. When they saw what Daddy was holding, they actually forgot about their baskets for a minute or two! The rest of the morning went by in a blur while the kitten ran around trying to figure out his new house AND the three little bodies that were running around in it. But before long, he was right at home and doing just what he does best...

This Blog

Wow. Just wow. It's been over two years since I posted on my little blog. That's a long time... I think my longest break ever. And I've taken lots of breaks over the six or so years I've been doing this thing. But I have checked in, just to read, a few times over those two years. It's comforting and somewhat comical rereading some of the posts I've written over the years. Lots of heart and soul poured into some of it and lots of fluff and trivial stuff too. But it's a history... one I can look back on and remember little things I'd forgotten. Things that bring back smiles, tears, happiness, sadness... and joy.

So, how is life now?!?! Well... My kids are growing like weeds. My oldest, Jenna, just turned 10 on Saturday. Double digits, baby! She's in fourth grade now and just about as cute as they come. And moody, just like her mama. I can't deny this kid is mine. heehee. My middle kid, Cassidy, is now 7 and in first grade. She's still the spitfire she was back when I was writing pretty regularly here. Her favorite sport is soccer... she loves to get down and dirty. But then, she is also my girly-girl still. Very fashionable. :) Nicholas, my youngest surprise baby is already 4 1/2 and almost through his first year of preschool! He is such a joy to be around. His favorite thing to do is play with his trios (like legos, but not). He builds the coolest things with them...


My hope for this blog is to not let another two years go by without documenting our history. I know just from reading it, how important documenting that history is...

Grandparents Lunch Flub Up

This week at Cassidy's school, they get to have their grandparents come in for lunch. And very conveniently, the book fair is set up with buy 1/get 1 free books. SOOO, talked to my mom a week or so ago and she wrote it on her calendar. She came over on Saturday for Jenna's birthday party and we talked about it again. Then I saw her again last night... but forgot to remind her.

SO... this morning, I take Nicholas to preschool then go to the Y. I stayed there pretty much the whole time till I had to go get him, at 11:15. To get to the preschool, I have to drive past Cassidy's school. And I suddenly remembered the lunch.... hadn't thought about it at all since Sat. I quick called my mom to see if she'd remembered... tried the house and she didn't answer so I was hopeful she'd remembered. Called her cell and when she answered, she felt so bad... she had forgotten until around 10:45. BUT she was on her way. Only problem, they live a half hour away and she was supposed to be there at 11:10 (I called her at 11:10! LOL)

So I called the school and let them know what was up. Her awesome teacher had the secretary tell me all would be fine... she'd just have my mom come to the classroom for a bit. So I called my mom back and let her know she'd be taken care of.

Her teacher has emailed me twice to give me updates... let me know she had made it and then another email to tell me she had my mom helping out some in the classroom. She said Cass was sitting with my mom and her little friend in class, just loving the extra attention.

So, in the end, it worked out. I'm sure I'll hear all about it when she gets home.