It's time to lose your mind and let the crazy out.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Cecilia's First Hair Cut

Three years old and getting her first hair cut. Is that possible? She can't be related to Tom, the world's hairiest baby. She definitely inherited my speed of hair growth. I'm trying to stimulate growth for her flower girl debut next January for Abbey's wedding. She did really good, sat very still. Must have been the Oberweis ice cream I enticed her with.

Getting ready for our month of Hat or Not Hat? I'd love to see any and all entries. =) February is just around the corner.


Saturday, January 22, 2011

My Favorite Holiday Tradition

We have been using the same dough recipe and cutters for as long as I can remember. The butter cookie recipe comes from my Great Grandma, Charlotte Hundhausen. Some of the cutters are new, some are older than me. I love the decorating, the sprinkles, the getting together. Makes me feel like a kid, and also warms my heart to pass on this tradition to my kids. Good stuff right here.

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Friday, January 21, 2011

Cecilia Turns 3

Cecilia turned 3 on December 26th, and we had a nice day. The girls got tobaggons for Christmas and it snowed pretty good on Christmas Eve, so Cecilia, Charlotte, Helen and I went sledding at Art Hill; the premier sledding place in the Lou. Cecilia and I loved it. Charlotte hated it, and made Helen's time less enjoyable too. Hopefully she'll like it when she's older. Then we had everyone over in the evening for dinner, cake (pink and purple just like she wanted)(John made the cake), and then opened presents. She's 3!

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Thursday, January 13, 2011

One More of Tabasco

After looking at all those kitten pictures of Tabasco, I think this is one of my favorites. This was taken with my nice camera, and makes him look noble, and wise, and deep in thought, and content, and mellow. I always loved how his yellow eyes matched his fur, and his nose was so irresistibly pink.


Wednesday, January 12, 2011

My Least Favorite Post to Date

I've had a rough few weeks over here, no doubt. It started with the anniversary of Brant's death. I wasn't sure how to bring it up on here, but after much thought, I have decided to plant a tree in Brant's memory in the spring. What kind of tree and where exactly to plant it is still being decided, but it feels like the right thing to do.

On Christmas Eve, after the girls had gone to bed, and while John and I were sitting around the Christmas tree with his parents, our beautiful orange cat, Tabasco, died. He let out a little howl, and I thought maybe his foot was stuck in the spindle of the dining room chair, but when I went over to him, he flopped on the floor, and howled some more. I left the room, too upset to witness his pain. John stayed close to him, trying to help him the best he could. In less than 5 minutes, Tabby was gone. It happened so fast, we just all sat there dumbfounded. It was horrifying.

I always wanted an orange cat. Growing up on the farm, surrounded by cats, we never had an orange one. Right after John and I got married, John's parents' cat had kittens, and so we claimed an orange one. He was rambunctious from the start, used to keep us up all night meowing. Guess he was our practice baby. He liked to give love bites, which drove me crazy. He liked to snuggle, loved to have the top of his back by his tail scratched, but hated to have his belly scratched. He used to chew the other cats' whiskers off. He liked to play catch, if you threw him a soft toy, he would jump up and catch it with his paws. He used to lick John's head like he was cleaning him. He was our most vocal cat, always answering when we called out his name. Sometimes I still think I hear his inquisitive meow. He had weight issues, didn't always like dry chow, so for awhile he ate only wet, canned cat food in the kitchen while the rest of the cats ate the dry chow downstairs. He was special. In the past few years he had gotten heavy, and I guess that did him in. The vet said he probably had a stroke, or a heart attack, and that there was nothing we could do for him, and something like that is very hard to predict.

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I made this little video of him, but it still leaves me feeling empty. I searched high and low for weeks to find this picture of John, and Tabby and I in front of our very first Christmas tree in our apartment in Soulard. We were so happy.

You can see a picture of Tabby here when the Roomba chased him around, and this nice picture from November 2006 of our 4 kitties. We were a 4 cat household for 8 years.

In other crappy news, my darling Java, is very sick. At first the vet thought he had an enlarged kidney, but after going back to the vet today, he thinks Java has a fast growing tumor, maybe on his spleen or something. Oh gosh. We are trying to feed him goodies, and treat him well. I guess that's all we can do for him. Already searched the house and found his kitten pictures, some 13 years ago. Gulp. Sniff. Sob.

6 years and 1 day after my very first post here on this blog, sure isn't as fun as this compilation I put together last year.