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.
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.
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….
In that funny space between Christmas and New Year’s–I decided to pour out a pretty little puzzle.
There is something so soothing about turning all the pieces over, then setting them in little piles according to their shape.
Yeah, I’m one of those puzzle people who takes a few hours to organize all the pieces so that the whole experience is…you know…more orderly.
I believe the puzzle ultimately goes together much, much faster this way because it’s not so chaotic.
In fact, this happy little puzzle was probably two thirds finished when one night I woke to the sound of something very much like pebbles pouring onto the floor.
I flipped on the light and saw that old Hobbes had jumped on one end of my puzzle board and tipped it off the side of the little table it was on and just more than half of my sweet puzzle was on the floor in a broken up pile.
*sob*
The next morning, my sweet Rhenny boy helped me put it all back together and we even kept at it till it was finished! Wahoo!!
What shall I do with all this spare time? Laundry? Dishes? Take down the Christmas stuff?
Now that it’s January, the Santa hat for our little furless squirrel friend had to go. But, knowing–from my childhood– that many inanimate objects probably have feelings, and not being willing to take the risk that they don’t– I still wanted our little Tarmac to be warm.
Perhaps your thinking, “Aww how sweet.” Perhaps your thinking, “Somebody over at that place needs medication,” I don’t know. All I do know is that it makes life a lot more interesting if you believe in a few things that are…
a bit whimsical.
And so I do.
Besides, if I try to make Hobbes wear stuff he bites me, so naturally I’ll choose a more docile creature to dress for winter. Be cold grumpy old Hobbes.
