Monday, Monday

Bleh.

It's too darn early to be up, even after the time change. Ava decided she didn't want to sleep last nite- it's much more fun to grunt and play and nurse every 45 minutes. Plus, this was her 2nd nite in a row wiggling and kicking. Quite frankly, I got enough of being kicked when I was pregnant with her, and a good nice swift kick to my ribcage does nothing for our repoire.

My cat is on my "list" here lately. The Chipper has taken up a bad habit of going potty in the litter box and not covering it up. We aren't talking little poos here, either. This cat weighs on the upside of 15 pounds. These are full blown dookies! And in the great words of George Carlin, "it's not the smell, it's the burning of my eyes!". I've had the hygiene discussion with gato-squato, but he's not getting the importance of this. It's like the conversation we had this summer about the bug on the ceiling... no matter how high he climbs, he still can't reach the top of the vaulted ceiling to eat the bug. He chased the little creature for the better part of a day before sulking off behind the recliner and napping for 6 hours.

We did a little Trick-or-Treat on Saturday night, and it was a blast. I was sans-costume (unless you count the spit-up stains on my shirt as passing for the Condor keeper at the zoo). Faith was Pikachu from Pokeman (those run about $50 on eBay, FYI and gag!). Ava was a bat... and she was an affordable creature of the night, thanks to Old Navy!

My aunt Martha was the next to the last stop for the night, and she was watching my little cousin Dawson. He's about 10 months old and such a cutie! The poor little guy flipped out when Faith came in with her Pikachu mask... He stared at her for about 5 minutes, did a double-take (when he could blink again) and then he screamed, paused, and then screamed again! I thought the mask might be freaking the little fella out, so I had Faith take it off. I guess he thought the creature with two heads had pulled one of them off- and he set into howling! I made Faith put the mask on again, and he just sat there in stunned silence. I fear that I have traumatized this little guy permanently! Oh well, join the ranks dude.

The coffee-pot is calling my name again... Later!