Monday, November 14, 2011

We All Go Through Phases

I'm afraid Finnigan has entered the Terrible Two's, or the kitten equivilant of them, anyway. Lately, his favorite pastime is stalking us, ninja-like, before leaping out and trying to trip us. If he should happen to succeed, he then proceeds to gnaw on the closest body part, sinking his claws in for good measure. We are currently administering a spray of water from a bottle to discipline him, it works about as well as one might imagine spraying a toddler with water would work which is to say; not at all.

Here's hoping it's just a phase.

In other news, Jana and I attended a play at the local community theater Friday night. The play, The Dixie Swim Club, is about five college friends who meet every year at a beachside cottage and it follows their friendship through thirty-some years. It was hilarious and heartbreaking and made me miss The Girls quite badly which is probably why I found myself in the bathtub with a glass of wine two-out-of-three nights of the weekend. I'm sure that was just a phase, too.

Speaking of the weekend, Hugh was working a security and the kids were busy conducting their social lives so; in addition to defending myself from stealth kitten attacks and weeping into my bubble bath, I also managed to do quite a bit of scrapbooking and can now proudly announce that The Teenager's book is less than a year behind. The Man-Cub's book, however, still lags an abysmal three years behind so; there is still much work to be done.

As an aside, boy did I have some cute kids; I realized this tidbit while looking back over their older scrapbooks, hoping for inspiration to spark my creativity. They were cute, indeed and, in the Man-Cub's case, ornery, as evidenced by the pages dedicated to self-inflicted haircuts, broken bones, inappropriate crayon artwork incidents and the random picture wherein the child decided to forego clothing in exchange for Buzz Lightyear underwear and a cowboy hat; I think he was in his Terrible Twos at the time, but; at least he didn't lie in wait for an opportunity to gnaw on our ankles. You know, that I can remember.

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