Why do you hate me so much?
stinkin’ time sucker
My little bee had her dance recital this weekend. She was so excited about it. Not so much about the dancing part – she does that every week in class – but, the wearing her recital costume part – the recital costume I’ve been guarding like Cerberus to keep intact for the big recital. And I was proud to say it survived more than a month of attempts to snatch it for dress up play, one photo shoot, and two dress rehearsals.
Like I was saying, I was proud…
As I was getting her dressed in the waiting room before the show, she pulled her bee antennae headband out of her bag and it snapped. I couldn’t believe it. I just stood there staring at the pieces. Thankfully, one of the other mothers stepped in and helped me Macgyver it to her head, just in time for me to get back to my seat and worry through eight performances about whether or not it held up for hers.
Julia was adorable. She performed twice – a tap routine and a ballet routine. You can see them both here.
When the show was done, I gave her flowers, a balloon and some candy. I was so proud of her. And I think she felt pretty good about herself, too.
I have a situation.
I have seventeen kittens to give away.
You read that right. SEVENTEEN kittens.
You may be wondering how one could end up with seventeen kittens. I’ve put together the following one minute presentation to explain.
So, here’s what I’ve been up to:
In addition to loving and feeding the little furballs, I’ve been wrangling them up, snapping their photos, making flyers and marching my ass all over the place trying to find them homes.
So, you want a kitten?
You can buy him here.
The past few nights, Lucy has been nursing constantly from about 6 or 7 p.m. to around 11 p.m. and then sleeping for at least four hours.
Four hours in a row. Of SLEEP.
This must be what heaven feels like.