Carrie-on Baggage: A cynic is not merely one who reads bitter lessons from the past, he is one who is prematurely disappointed in the future.

Monday, June 14, 2010

A cynic is not merely one who reads bitter lessons from the past, he is one who is prematurely disappointed in the future.

Hi there blog world!!
We had an interesting weekend. Seth worked most of it so I spent a lot of time at my parents.
Today we had Nurse Carol come over because she is busy on her normal day. Evelynn weighed the same but was 1/2 an inch longer. She was also really cute and active while Carol was here. Then Jesse came over to help me trim the tree in the front yard, or rather, I helped him. Evelynn sat in her stroller and watched and was generally pretty good until the end when she got hot and crabby. Both sets of neighbors came over and chatted with us and her. The one who just had a baby eight months ago told me about this kids clothing that keeps kids three degrees cooler because it is made of bamboo. She also said that her eight month old doesn't sleep thru the night and I really wanted to tell her all about co-sleeping but she already thinks I'm a giant weirdo because when we moved in I drug out my cats to meet her and the cats FREAKED OUT. Plus the only time before "baby" that we talked to them was when Willow would escape into their yard.
So anyway I just kept my opinion to myself and counted my blessings that I have an awesome sleeper.
One thing I did this weekend is go over to the baby consignment store by my parents house because my kid needed some stimulation while she was over there. Lo and behold they had a travel swing for 12 bucks! Now I know that it isn't in the best shape, but it serves its purpose and she doesn't mind it at all. Here are some pictures of her in it-even sleeping!!

I have no idea why she is sitting like that

But it works because she fell asleep

First day we got it!

We also got her this toy piano that she loves, I will have to get a video of that up for you.
Alright well hubby is on his way home, I just wanted to drop in and say hi. I had intended on writing a much longer post, but I got distracted by the contests to enter on parents.com. Oops.

Love (the consignment store),
Carrie

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An almost daily blog of Carrie's ramblings that come from her baggage in life. Carrie lives with her disgustingly smart husband, amazing daughter bulldozer son and two Bengal cats in Colorado Springs. She is an avid reader and an obsessive television watcher. She loves to travel, sleep, snuggle and generally be friggin awesome. She suffers a smartphone addiction. She makes inane pop culture references. She hopes one day someone will give her a talk show where she talks about all the tv she watches, gossip she reads about on the internet, and life observations she has. Comments and followers make me blog more frequently, its a guilt thing.

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About the Kidtens

I have two Bengal Cats-Bagheera and Willow. Willow is the girl and the spotted snow and Bagheera is the boy and the spotted dark. They are fixed so we can't breed them-my Pops is still mad at me for that. I would love to tell you about my breeder, but they were pretty horrible and apparently don't exist anymore. This could be because Bengals are illegal in Omaha (I live in Omaha's Sarpy County, which is not Omaha, it's an SID) or because they had 26 cats in a tiny corner of the basement stacked on top of each other.

Willow was actually our second choice in snows. We decided to get two because Bengals are notoriously active and we didn't want one to get lonely and eat our house while we were gone. Willow gets smarter every day. She recently figured out how to turn on the sinks, which bodes well with her love of water. She loves Seth more than anything, but has been known to cuddle with me too when I'm sad. She's a sweet girl. She also will NOT SHUT UP. If you wonder what a conversation with a cat is like, come chat with Willow. Willow is also known as Willow Bee, the Beezus, and Pretty Kitty.

Bagheera is your typical boycat. He sleeps with us most nights and we have worked out a "snacks for snuggles" barter system. He gives you love on his terms. Bagheera was born with a bad right back leg. The breeders told us that he broke it in the womb because there was too many kittens in the litter. The vet told us that he didn't know a thing about it until days later. So far he uses it like peg leg and it doesn't bother him at all. We talked to the vet about getting it fixed but the vet says the way he uses it, like a pirate, it wouldn't heal properly and he still would try to use it like he does. It doesn't bother me and it doesn't bother him so we are cool. The breeders told me they were going to put him down because they couldn't sell him and the price of the "surgery" would outweigh his "value". I practically snatched him and ran. They gave him to me for free. He has an amazing coat-show quality. I wonder if there is a cat show special olympics... Bagheera is also known as Baggy, Bags,Doots, Stinky Boy Kitty, and Buddy Bear.

Anyway that's me, Carrie-patron Saint of lost causes and handicats.