It is one of those fantastic New England days where the sun is hot and shining bright but it is only 30 degrees outside. The best place to be is in a window. Or - in the case of my three cats - the best place to be is in a sunbeam. They have momentarily drawn a truce on Cat Wars 2008 and are basking in the sun together. They will resume the death match upon completion of cat naps.
Frederick and Sidney hate Trixie La Rue. It is mutual. She taunts them.
I am hoping Preacher will bring me a turkey sandwich with avacado from our little corner deli /coffee shop. Baby Gonzo has eaten everything in the house.
So I have a 13 month old who will no longer sleep through the night. At all. Four time (4x) per night is the average wakeup. I am going full board zombie and thinking about investing in concealer by the bucket-load. She is teething. But there are times she is not teething and she still wakes up.
And then there is Miss Crab with her night terrors and new habit of deciding that she will pee when angry. Always an adventure!
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I am so, so sorry. BIG HUGS to you!
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