food, crochet, merriment
If our little Lyla was not a cat, but a person instead–she would be that flirty girl in “It’s a Wonderful Life.”
Remember that scene where the girl says, “Oh, this old thing? I only wear this when I don’t care how I look!”
The smile she smiles–right there as she prances away from all the guys, with their jaws hanging open.
That is Lyla…
…the flirt.
We should have named her Violet.
Our silly little Chili baby is not such a baby anymore–size wise.
But point a camera at her and she turns into a full blown two year old– flipping around making it nearly impossible to just snap one decent picture of her!
Sometimes, I almost think that maybe, just maybe, she knows exactly what she’s doing and is actually posing...
making sure we capture her best side.
Because when it comes to your image,
a girl can’t be too careful.
Ok, is your heart just melting right now? Mine is. Our little babies are at that adorable phase where they look more like stuffed animals than actual, live kittens.
This is Tilly Clawhauser, our true calico.
Of course, they are also at the age where they wiggle so much that it’s a miracle if I can get a clear picture of them…at all.
This is little Tiger Tummy.
And in case you’re worried, nooooo, I’m not holding them by the neck to get the shot. They are sitting on my lap and I’m propping them up with my hand. My sweet little grandson saw the pictures and asked why I was choking them. I’m not, honey…I swear. Yikes.
This is Jersey Pie.
Lastly, we have the one we simply call Grey Baby. Because except for his feet, he’s…you know…grey.
I love, love, LOVE having kittens in the house. It just makes me so happy. Plus, it makes the grandkids visit more often.
That’s a big plus.
We’re keeping a close eye on this pretty little kitty.
But perhaps I should be careful with the word “little” in this case, because while all the rest of the time this gal is absolutely petite and whispy–right now…
…she’s expecting about 20 kittens–from the looks of it. She is–I would say–a tad more substantial. Yikes.
Any second now…
I’ll let you know when the kitty stork arrives.
I suppose it’s no secret that I’ve turned into a puzzle freak these days. The thing is that I listen to TONS of talks, books on tapes and webinars and I absolutely MUST do something while I listen. If I have a non complicated crochet project, then that’s my busy-hands-project-of-choice. But if not–it’s a puzzle baby!
Sweet little Lyla, taking a much needed nap. Babies coming any day now. Hee hee!!
Did I mention my thing with puzzles? Yeah, I’m not kidding. This one felt good to work on while it was snowing outside.
This pretty little pattern was the forest-y colored request from mama for Linky’s baby blanket. It was soooo soft and stretchy. I have to pretend that the blanket is actually a hug from Grammy.
Can’t have much of a post about things to love without our crazy man Hobbes being in it. I don’t think he has slept in the same position twice in his life! Haha. We love him so much. He’s such a gooood boy.
This might not look like much to you–but this is a BIG, ENORMOUS deal! When I bought this funny old house, I was stumped that the thermostat was in the bedroom. Weird, right? I mean, in order for the family room to be even slightly warm or cold the bedroom had to be a furnace or icebox. No happy medium what-so-ever.
Well, I’ve fussed about it for years now and thought, ‘why on earth isn’t that thermostat on the front room wall instead of the bedroom wall?’
One day, my sweet son-in-law came to my house and announced that he was moving the thermostat to the right wall. Just like that! And that is exactly what he did!! If you hear squealing from somewhere it’s probably me!
Thank you SO much Josh!!! My house is finally even tempered. Haha. Love you!! 
For a million years now, I’ve had broken, dilapidated photo albums and boxes and stacks of photos. Well not any more! HA! I’ve taken them all and sorted the pictures and put them in nicely labeled tubs. Now, I know all the historians out there won’t like how I’m storing them–for posterities sake. But I promise you, this is better than how it was. Plus, it makes me really happy. We call that a win/win.
Annnnnd again with the puzzles. I can’t help it. It’s a serious problem….
that I love.