A Visit with Cody

Our wonderful dog Cody has been living with Brendan's parents for the past year and a half.  While I was pregnant and especially on bedrest, it was nice not to have a pacing old dog to have to deal with.  Then we moved and our new place did not allow dogs.  So, it's been awhile since we've had him.  But he had to go to the vet yesterday, so Brendan and Ingrid brought him and then brought him to our house to spend the weekend.  We're hoping that our landlord will see what a gentle giant we have and let us keep  him here. 

Otis loves Cody, which surprised me.  Our friends have two big labs and when they ran up to Otis, he cried.  But Cody comes in the room and Otis is all over him.  And of course Ingrid loves her original big brother.  And it was a lovely day out so we got to spend lots of time out in the backyard throwing a tennis ball. 































Can I just say that my wee little baby is really starting to look like a little boy?  His four top teeth are starting to show when he smiles and he just isn't that gummy little man anymore.  It is about a month until he turns one.  Where oh where did that year go??

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. 

I love Sundays

I remember once upon a time saying to Brendan that although I wanted kids, I would really miss the lazy Sundays we had.  I used to get up, walk the dog to the gas station to buy the Sunday paper, and then we'd make a pot of coffee and lay around reading all morning.  All I could think of with kids was up early, chaos, noise, chaos, noise.  Brendan said we would just have to raise our kids to enjoy a lazy Sunday with us.  And wouldn't you know it, we have!  Ingrid loves to come into our bed and read her books in between us.

This weekend she did this while wearing her new spring pjs

Then after getting dressed we played with Fletcher:

And baked oatmeal cookies.  Ingrid is obsessed with licking the beaters now, what have I gotten myself into??  "Bake cookies, mama, and eat it!" she says. 

We had the best lazy day!

Stupid Cats

Here's where I found Fletcher this morning:

And this afternoon when I had FINALLY gotten Ingrid to sleep, I was laying in bed when I hear a crash.  This is what I found:

Stupid cat!  He loves to eat my spider plants, no matter where I put them he finds a way to get into them.  So now I have to go clean up three potted plants worth of soil and all the little pieces of broken pots.  Luckily the vase we got on our honeymoon was not damaged.

On the bright side, Ingrid is cute.  And she is sleeping.  She's still sick, though, so I think we may have to go to the doctor soon to see what's up.  It's been two weeks and now she's coughing a deep chest rumble.  No good. 

Fun with Fletcher

Ingrid played with Fletcher this morning. Poor cat.


She looks so innocent, doesn't she??