Rainy days at home

Reading, coffee, coloring, pancakes, foggy windows to draw on, music, laughter, and wonderful laziness. I love Mondays off.

The Great Cat Rescue

Also known as Fletcher's seventh birthday.

On his birthday I took the day off and we went to the animal shelter where Fletch promptly fell in love with the one cat Jim and I did not want to take home. His name is Buster, and there was no doubt the love was mutual. We dragged him through three rooms, pointing out all the other cats, lovely cats, cats without dandruff.

Buster has been with us almost a week and we all love him, but still, Fletch is his favorite:


On Saturday we had a small party with a few of Fletcher's friends and cousins. They decorated ninja headbands and played a game of pin the throwing star on the ninja. Chocolate cake and lots of running around outside shooting eachother with nerf guns, what more could a seven year old want?

Jim and I struggled to remain good parents in the face of a friend going home in the middle of the party crying and broken hearted, and Fletcher being less than gracious while opening his gifts:
"I'm not really a necklace person." after opening the necklace a cousin made
"I got lots of money for my birthday already." after opening a card with $5 in it
We're still reeling a bit from the day.

Cutie Pie

Christmas

The first dress Maggy wore all year!

Christmas Eve

Cookies for Santa

Christmas Morning

It was a great Christmas. Baby dolls, baby stroller (which Maggy sits in more than her babies), remote control trucks, Wii resort, stuffed to the gills stockings, rock band, videoflip, the best scarf in the world, new flannels, a mom-made cloak, and the most amazing dad-made blocks, I want my own set. (Now we just need to get Dad his own table saw and we'll be in business, thanks to Uncle Nate for the help!).

Absent

I've got lots of wonderful rambling posts in my head, pictures and all. I'm hoping that next weekend (a three day weekend!!!) I can tell you all about it.