The Cat (A.K.A. "Tigger")

Did you know I'm the meanest mom? No, really...I have it on good authority that I never, EVER, let my kids have any fun. I never buy them toys. I never let them do what they want. And I most definitely NEVER let them have any pets. (One of those statements is true.)

Why is it, then, that I keep finding this in my house?:

Our neighbor cat has obviously discovered my family's weakness for pathetic, cold-looking animals who hover at our back door.

Shoo!

Why Do I Bother?

Remember last month...when I sacrificed myself to preserve the state of my couch (or "chesterfield", as my Canadian heritage dictates)?

It seems as though it was for naught. In one short day my son managed to:

a) paint one couch cushion with pink, sparkly, nail polish.

b) dispense one large dollop of my favorite lotion (grrr!) on each and every couch cushion (and the coffee table, and the floor, and the wall...).

c) unzip one cushion cover and rip out a not-so-small amount of stuffing.

d) use a purple marker to "change" the color of the armrest.

He was obviously bent on destroying any heroic reputation I may have earned by my previous rescue. (And before you ask where I was during all of this...don't. I still haven't figured out how he did it all.)

How We Roll

This is what we do when we stay home from Church with a yucky cough: Watch TV, snack on a bag of Alpha-Bits, and drink apple juice.

Doesn't look too awful, does it?

Sneak Peak

Dear Nat:

Your baby is ADORABLE!

(I'm almost done...)

Have I Mentioned...

...that Junior likes cheese?

I haven't? Well, he does. Like, a lot.