Bunk Beds

Lily thinks bunk beds are pretty cool and was really excited to see that Cami and Rory have some when she visited them in Columbia.  Since she will most likely never have her own set of bunk beds, she and Henry have to make do.

Yes, that's a sofa table and of course Henry gets the bottom bunk.

A Zoo

My people are taking Lily to Mizzou's Homecoming in a couple of weeks. They've been talking with her about it telling her how they're going to watch the Tigers play football and hopefully see Truman. The other day she asked "I wonder if there will be any animals to pet." My people were confused until they realized that she thought they were going to "a zoo", not Mizzou. I'm glad they got that cleared up. Otherwise she may have been pretty disappointed when they got to Columbia and didn't find any goats to pet.

Just Because

Attack of the Dishwasher

It turns out Grandma and Grandpa have a very dangerous dishwasher. I was licking dirty plates the other evening (which I'm not supposed to be doing) when my collar go caught on the bottom shelf. When I couldn't pull myself free I freaked out and tried to run out of the kitchen except I was still hooked. I ended up pulling the entire bottom shelf and the dirty dishes in it across the kitchen with me. It was loud and scary! I vaguely remember this happening once before, which is probably part of the reason why I'm not supposed to be over there when it's being loaded, but I forgot. I've learned my lesson...for now.

Tornado

I got my paws on Katie's phone to give everyone an update on our situation. It's very hard to use this touchscreen with claws, so I apologize for any typos. I also have no idea how the formatting will work posting from the phone, so sorry if everything looks goofy.

Anyway, our house was in the path of the tornado that hit the area this past Friday. We're all ok. Lily was with Grandma Gail and Papa Dean at the time. Me, Greg, Katie, and Henry were in the basement. We felt the pressure change and heard a loud noise. When we looked out the basement window we saw drywall, our first clue things were not good. Greg went upstairs with a flashlight and yelled down "Katie, there are gumballs in the hallway.". Once we all got upstairs we saw that our neighbor's gum ball tree was in our bedroom.

We were able to get the outside debris and downed trees cleaned up yesterday. A company is at the house today to help us get started on the inside.

The neighborhood's a mess, but we're fortunate there were no injuries. The house is a wreck, but can be fixed and the majority of our things have been spared, though Greg and Katie will be doing a closer evaluation of the inside items in the coming days to know for sure. They're calling for more severe weather tonight, so hopefully the tarps on everyone's roofs will hold up. Fortunately, we have a place to stay in the coming days/weeks/however long it takes to make our house livable again.

Thank you for the prayers and offers of help. We'll keep you posted. My people have taken a ton of pictures and will hopefully be able to post them soon.

God is good and will be glorified through all of this.

I know they had to throw away my dog bed. Bummer.

Rude Wake-Up Call

Last night around 12:15, the carbon monoxide detector started beeping because the battery was dying. That is a nerve-wracking sound! I don't think Katie appreciated me shaking like a leaf while literally standing on her head in bed while Greg changed the batteries.

Matching Jammies

My people got Lily a pair of new pajamas. The store had an adult sized version also, so they got them thinking Lily would get a kick out of it. They were right. She thought it was really funny that she and Katie matched. "We're twins!"

Babies and Bellies

Sarah has a baby in her belly. We're all very excited about this. I insisted on feeling the baby kick. I think it made Sarah a little uncomfortable because she kept moving my paw, but I kept putting it right back on her belly. And then I looked directly at the camera and posed. I need to work on my smile a bit though.

My Cousins

Nome

Hawkeye

Winston

More Crafts

My people must've been on a crafting kick yesterday. Thanks to grandma, they made gingerbread house placemats...

...and tissue paper candy canes. Lily had a lot of fun with these. She did both of the placemats and one of the candy canes. Hopefully you can tell which one.

Then Baldy made a...wait for it...Darth Vader snowflake. (click the link for the template)

See it?

Nickname

Lily has started calling me "Normy". I'm not sure how I feel about this.

Yummy Breakfast

The magic chair has started dropping food for me again! This morning the surprise was pancakes. Mmm...pancakes.

Einstein

Lily was supposed to be going potty while my tall girl person was in the living room. She was making whining noises from the bathroom and this is the conversation I overheard...

Katie: "What's the problem?"

Lily: "My hand won't stop hitting me."

She then walks into the living room while hitting herself in the head.

Katie" "Well, stop hitting yourself."

She walks back into the bathroom still hitting herself.

Lily: "Hand, stop hitting me!"

She's a genius, that one.

Praying for Squirrels

My tall girl person took the kiddos for a walk yesterday evening. On their way home, they saw an older lady standing in her yard looking upset. As they walked by, they said hi and the woman proceeded to tell them that a squirrel was hit by a car and she didn't know what to do about it. She had moved it from the street to her yard and it was dying. The conversation went something like this:

Woman: "I just don't know what to do. I used a stick and dust pan to move it over here, but I can't kill it."

Katie: "Oh, well, um, I don't know. Maybe you could call animal control and they can take care of it?"

Woman: "But they'll just kill it. Oh, it's face is smooshed in and flies are already on it."

Katie thinks to herself: Oh lady, that was a lot of detail for my 3 year old to hear. Now she's going to be obsessing about dying, smooshed squirrels. Also? It sounds like you're asking me to heal the squirrel or bandage it up. Sorry, I don't have that capability.

Katie: "I'm not sure what you should do."

Katie thinks to herself: Why don't you use that stick and dust pan to put the squirrel in the trash can so it can die in there? She probably wouldn't like that suggestion since she wants the squirrel to be miraculously healed. How can I politely and quickly end this bizarre conversation so Lily doesn't hear anymore about dying, smooshed squirrels?

Katie: "Yeah, I don't know. Sorry."

My people start to walk away and hear the lady talking again. Katie turns around thinking she was still talking to her only to find the lady leaning over the squirrel saying "I'm sorry, buddy. I just don't know what to do for you."

And scene.

So, my tall girl person got to spend the last 1/2 mile of their walk explaining to Lily that yes, the squirrel was hit by a car. Yes, it's probaby going to die. Yes, sometimes rabbits get hit by cars. Yes, sometimes dogs get hit by cars. Yes, the squirrel will live with Jesus and Jesus will take care of it. Yes, we can say a prayer for the squirrel.

Thanks, lady. You made my tall girl person pray for a squirrel, a rodent with a fluffy tail. Nice job.

Anatomy Lesson From a 3 Year Old

Girls have "bottoms" and boys have "twirls".

Yeah, I don't know either. At least my people won't be embarrassed when she says this in public.

Comfortable

I'm pretty sure I get kicked off the bed when I sleep like this.

A Story in Which I Wake Up the Kids

So, a while ago there were a series of thunderstorms that came through the area. My tall person put the kiddos down for their naps, but I was nervous because I knew another storm was coming. I was tap, tap, tapping all around the house looking for a safe place to curl up. The kids got to sleep and then the storm came. I decided to nose open the door to Lily's room and curl up on the rug in there. I didn't realize her door would make a really loud noise when I pushed it open, so of course she woke up and screamed because I had scared her. Her scream then woke up Henry and he started crying. It was awesome. Needless to say, my tall girl person was NOT happy with me. That day was a total nap fail in our house.

Friends

About Beds

My two girl people were talking last night.

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Lily: "Henry sleeps in a crib."

Katie: "Yep. When you were little you slept in a crib too. The crib Henry uses now used to be yours."

Lily: "Now I'm a big girl."

Katie: "You sure are! And you sleep in a big girl bed!"

Lily: "And you're a really, really big girl. You sleep in a woman bed! And daddy sleeps in a man bed!"

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I wish someone would've asked her what kind of bed I sleep in. I wonder what her answer would've been?

Favorite Spot

Do you have a spot in your family/living room where everyone likes to sit? We do. It's at the end of the couch.

Speaking of places I like to lay, remember my safe place behind the tv? Well, my people rearranged the living room last night and now my safe spot is gone AND 4th of July is this weekend, the one time of year I need my safe place the most. Guess I have a few days to find another suitable spot. If I don't find one, I'll be on Baldy or Tall Girl's lap expecting them to protect me. After all, they're the ones who took my safe place away.