Lumberjack Brunch and Other Weekend Goings On.

There's this awesome place my friend's husband works at--Hubbard Park Lodge.  It has the best all you can eat brunch on Sundays, so we decided to go this weekend.  We went last year right about this time of year, too.  It's just so pretty.  You park your car, walk through this tunnel:

And when you come out the other side of the tunnel you're here:

River birds making river bird noises, lots of trees and pretty fall foliage, so peaceful, and right in the city.  Plus, they have homemade donuts.  Yum.

Also this weekend, Otis fits into these adorable pants we bought a long time ago from little reader vintage.  Love them!  Little guy with wooden shoes on them, ric rac trim.  Oh man, cuteness. 

 And...the kitten.  She's a kitten.  She gets into everything.  Do not leave water glasses hanging out anywhere, you do not know whose head will be shoved into the glass to get a lick...



Silly Boy

I have the funniest picture of Otis to share with you.  We were playing in Ingrid's bedroom with Zoey and he reached out to grab at her.  I happened to catch this look:

Ha!

And another cute picture of him in his birthday suit last night before bath time.  Why do I have such skinny kids??  Both of them love to eat and yet have no rolls on them whatsoever.  They must get that from the Liddle side of the family, I was a chunk as a baby.  (Still am, haha!)

One last picture--a girl and her cat.  I can already tell this is going to be Ingrid's pet.  She is in love with Zoey!  She wants to play with her, cuddle with her, pet her, and tonight she even had to include her in the good night hugs. 

Kittens

Oh man, Zoey is amazing.  She is tiny and cute and squeaks a little meow when she's near you.  She instantly purrs.  My favorite thing is that Ingrid and Otis both can reach out to her and she just rubs up against them instead of hissing and clawing.  Today I fondly watched as Otis sat on the floor playing with his toys and Zoey would come up and purr at him and he'd reach down and pet her.  She'd prance away and come back again and he'd reach down and giggle and she'd purr.  They are going to love each other and be friends and she's not going to be a psycho cat like Frances is.  Hooray!

The Newest Liddle

We have a cat, her name is Frances.  She is psychotic.  For real.  She loves Brendan and I (most of the time) but anyone else she hates.  She will come into a room, sit and stare, and then hiss whenever you look in her general direction.  She is declawed, and yet has given Ingrid huge gashes on her arms when she was silly enough to try to pet the kitty.  I'm guessing she's learned how to use her teeth...In our old apartment we had stairs up to the bedrooms and bathroom.  My mom swore when she'd go upstairs to use the bathroom that Frances would sit at the bottom and just stare up at her and hiss.  She can be a little scary sometimes.

So, obviously with kids this is not ideal.  We want them to have a pet they can actually, I don't know, PET?  We had another cat but he ran away.  Of course, the nice one ran away...So we went to the Humane Society yesterday and adopted a kitten!  Her name is Zoey (Ingrid's choice, good, right?) and she is two months old.  She's a calico with white paws and she is the squeakiest little thing. 

We have no idea what kind of personality she'll have, but we're hoping for a mellow cat that loves kids.  And we're also hoping the cat we already have does not hate her.  They are in seperate rooms right now and will be introduced later this week, if I can remember to keep the door to our bedroom closed.  Super fun!  I'm so happy to see the kids grow with this little kitten and have her be a part of their childhood.