My feet were attacked as I went to sleep, my daughter's as she woke up and stretched.
There was a crash from the bathroom as she knocked off a container of stuff from the back of the toilet.
She got into my thread.
Arms make a good teething room (apparently).
Chamomile Quotes.
"Hmmmmmmmm...that soup tastes good. Oh, was that yours? Naturally I thought it mine. Where is mine? I don't see cut glass bowls anywhere."
"I see you have a DOG. Really, I must share my quarters with a DOG? Hmmmmph. Can't wait to jump on him and scare him half to death."
"My pillow. I have no idea where yours is."
We also have a cat in sink pic which I will post and send to the site as soon as someone shows me how to upload it from the camera to the computer.
Hopefully sometime before she turns six.
Good luck! We used to have cats, and my sons learned to be expert midwives.
Posted by: muse at October 2, 2005 06:26 AMLOL!!! Yep, you sure have a cat. Also, the newspaper will belong to her, but only when you're intent on reading it. Mine has what I believe is called the "midnight willies" thought it doesn't have to be midnight. It's when they run around the house like they're being chased by the devil. My normally lazy tabby just shot past me like a bullet. Happens usually once a day if not more. Enjoy!
Posted by: esther at October 2, 2005 06:06 PM