The cats are off to the vet today. They are getting their teeth cleaned. Tabby cats (and apparently fat gray hybrids) are prone to dental disease. The vet tells me that the $$$ I spend now will pay off later because I won't have to buy canned food for them after their teeth rot and fall out. Yeah, I'm doing my part, but I'm telling you folks-even this animal lover has her limits. I will not be spooning soft noodles into these ungrateful mouths anytime soon. I'm afraid that these boys will have to learn to gum their food or starve. And in all seriousness, if you have ever seen how my mother's cats survive in their desolate condition you will know that these spoiled paws will probably outlive Jeff and I.
Here are some pictures from the rest of the week's activities:
Pushing Ernie in the grocery cart sounds like a good idea, unfortunately chaos and heartbreak were the only remains of this adventure. Jack got a turn first because he thought of the idea, but Lachlan bawled when Ernie decided that he had had enough and wouldn't get back in when she wanted to push it. Honestly, I feel that Ernie was getting some direct revelation concerning the status of his immediate health. Lachlan has a tendency to ram the cart into stuff to change direction. It can be quite a case of whiplash for the dolls and other unlucky passengers.
Okay, despite what I just said, I figured if I helped her turn the cart...why not let her push her brother??
Jack's a good passenger. I should have given Lachlan a weight belt so that she doesn't get a hernia. It was like watching an ant carry its own body weight.
Yeah, I dressed the kids like this on purpose. This is what they wore to church on Sunday. The older folks and people who shop at Christopher and Banks thought it was "so dang cute!" I got these outfits from a few good friends in the South. I figured that they must have cost a fortune and that I better get some use out of them before they won't fit.
I went to put this on Lola and she said, "Quack, Quack,"- yup, mama's making you wear ducks.
Anybody else sick of shoveling snow?? Our piles along the driveway are over 5 feet tall-I can't throw the snow anymore so this is a picture of the kids watching Jeff shovel before he goes to work. Yeah, it's very dark outside.
Remember the prunes I bought...oh, boy, kids love 'em.
Fritz takes a bath in the "Thunder Tube"
Lachlan yells, "No, no, no, " "MINE!"
A trip night skiing at Beaver Mountain. We didn't actually get to ski because Jeff shoved Lachlan off the hill on the Thunder Tube and she bounced on her head....so much for that.
12 comments:
The mask breathing may not be torture... but those outfits sure are. If Jack comes out of the closet in 12 years, this is why.
I would have to agree with the last entry...Jack may never forgive you. Just wait until he's big enough to pay you back.
In the first picture with the duck outfits, Lachlan looks like she knows EXACTLY how goofy she looks, and Jack is NOT amused. But, in the third picture, she looks like she's thinking of ways to get even with you, and he's wondering if your his real mom. I'd sleep with one eye open if I were you.
Love the photos. You guys are a hoot! I gotta tell you, though, the ducks are a whole lot better than being stuck under the Christmas tree stark naked and expected to smile for pictures...and not pee on the tree skirt. For reasons I'll never understand, my mom used to LOVE to take those kinds of pictures of us when we were babies.
Hope the kids are feeling better. It's never ending sinus infections at our house. Oh yah...and Matthew has been walking around with an ear infection for the past week or so and we didn't know it. Nice.
And yes, WE'RE SICK OF SHOVELING SNOW, TOO! Our piles are equally as high. Can't wait to see those crocuses!!
About the cat food..."you don't shove the food down Shitake's throat, you place it on her tongue."
About the shopping cart, my kids love to be pushed around in ours. I can't get them out of it. I say okay lets go shopping and I'll load one of them in and that is how we pick up the toys. It is the babies favorite game.
I am with everyone else on the outfits...I laughed out loud at the shopping cart incident. Jack has a slightly murderous look on his face in that outfit.
Oh man, I really cannot stop laughing. Out loud, all by myself at my computer late at night, laughing my head off! I loved the kids' facial expressions in those ducky pix, but reading Cramster's comment really got me. I can't stop laughing. They are so cute, Rose. I hope your friends in the South aren't reading this blog about us all laughing at the ducks.
I'm sorry. I've stopped laughing now, and I want to say I'm sorry Jack's been so sick. It's NO FUN for anyone! The not breathing thing is terrifying!!
And ain't it great to have Becca with us in blogland??
Okay, Sara gets my laugh "gold star" for the day. That movie line is absolutely the best comment EVER! P.S. the cats are in rough shape after that dental. Even when I picked them up at 5PM they were totally hung over from the anethesia. Fritz and Ernst had crossed eyes!! Bruce came out of his carrier and laid down on the floor like he had been "ridden hard and put up wet." This morning they were all coughing and wheezing (breathing tube aftershock)-it was actually kind of sad, plus Ernie was still so dizzy that he fell off the bed. The good news: no cavities and they didn't have to pull any teeth. The bad news: my bedroom furniture $$ just went to pay for a couple of cross-eyed cats.
Wow, of all the people I never thought would put thier kids in matching duck outfits...
those duck outfits are the cutest thing I've ever seen
I'm glad that the girl outfit is differentiated from the boy outfit by the ruffles on her behind and the yellow shoulder bows, because otherwise Jack would look totally gay.
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