Hungry cats

As part of my sick weekend, I ran out of cat food Sunday night. Monday morning between buses, I rushed to Walmart for cat food.

The cats were distraught.

There was no food in their bowls.

They had only eaten hours ago, but they were sure the world had gone crazy.

I came home, called them to their bowls and they responded enthusiastically.

Even Mayo felt the need to feast.

When they were finished, there was still food left over.

They were not starving.

But they were sure they were earlier.

Superlative beats comparative.

Boaz and I have a game.

I say "I love you."

He says, "I love you more."

I say, "I love you most."

He says, "I love you more."

I say, "Superlative beats comparative."

He says, "What does that mean."

I smile and giggle.

Sometimes it is a good thing that mom knows everything. :)

Happy birthday flowers

 These are so beautiful.

My sweet in-laws sent me flowers.

The poor delivery guy had a hard time trying to find me today.

He finally left them with my sweet neighbors.

Another year.

I had such plans.

Dinner out.

Maybe a new bike.

Time with the family.

Instead I got sick. :(

And now Craig is sick. :(

Not quite what I was thinking it would be.

I have been bugging Craig for about a month. Reminding him it was my birthday. Nagging him about what he was going to do.

Is this poetic justice?

He wanted to know if we were still going out last night. I said no, in between deep, hacking coughs.

He asked me what I wanted for my breakfast today. He made me lovely eggs.

He asked me what about dinner today. I said we have that posole (Mexican soup) in the fridge. Let's just eat that up.

He kept saying he was sorry I was sick on my birthday. And now he is sick too. That wasn't very nice of me.

I did get to talk to most of my family. I got serenaded by lovely people. It all turned out all right.

We'll just go out to dinner another time. Maybe, if we get around to it -- that is.

Boaz is toothless again.

I have been working full days trying to get through some testing. Ugh!

I raced home to try and beat the bus that Boaz rides.

I was just few minutes late.

I pulled into the garage, worried that Boaz would be a little scared. We had talked about this, and I told him I might not be right home when he was, but I was on my way.

Before I could get out of the car, Boaz opened the door and smiled huge showing that his slightly loose tooth had come out at school.

He was the proud recipient of a tooth box hanging around his neck.

I am amazed at how little time it takes him to work his tooth right out of his head. :)

It is all gone.

 The wind blows here 24 - 7. My hair has been forever whipped around my head.

I had gotten to the point where I just couldn't take it any more.

So today -- partially as a birthday present to myself -- I got it all cut off.

I think this is the shortest it has ever been.

But I still have some fullness on top where the curl can show if it wants to.

A little sassiness to go with the practical.

Saturday Is a Special Day

Craig started singing this song to Boaz this morning.

"It's the day we get ready for . . . "

He paused and waited for Boaz to fill in the word.

Boaz popped his head around the corner and sang "the sabbath"

I was a little sad that that song is not sung in Primary anymore. But pleased that Boaz knew what should complete the line.

Today I have scrubbed the stove top, finished the laundry, vacuumed the floor, dusted the piano and shelves.

Craig helped load up good friends and help send them on their way to a new chapter in their lives.

Josh is at scouts getting most of his first aid merit badge.

Craig said he would iron his shirts, and I came down to play on the computer a bit.

It is still my plan to get some blocks sewn. :)

Saturdays are special days indeed.