Sunday, January 29, 2012


I love Jessica. She can be so sweet. I have to remember these times when she's being mean to Xander or making fun of him or being teenagerish with me.

Like on Friday. Now, for a while, Jessica has this very sweet habit of drawing hearts and writing "J+M" inside, for "Jessica & Mommy." No matter how many of these I see (and I see a lot of them, she draws them almost every day), I love them every time.

On Friday, she announced "I'm making my first 'J+X'" (Jessica & Xander) and gave it to her brother.

(Of course this didn't stop them from screaming at each other off and on all weekend but I have to take victories where I can).

What'd he say?

You know when someone says something to you and you understand the first 10 words but it's only the last 2 words you couldn't understand? And then, you ask them to repeat it, and you understand the first 10 words (again) but not the last 2 words (again)? And then you get caught in an endless loop?

I had one of those conversations with Xander today. To make it harder, we were in the car. I don't hear about 80% of what he says in the car between road noise, bad hearing and bad pronunciation.

Xander: Remember when we saw those people and <blah mumble blah>

Mommy: What?

Xander: Remember when we saw those people and <mumble jumble>

Then you try to make things easier by repeating the part of the sentence you understood, to let the other person know you got that part, and to repeat only the rest of the sentence.

Mommy: Remember when we saw those people and...what?

Xander: Remember when we saw those people and <blerg blah blah>


Xander: <mumble mumble>

Mommy: (sigh). Thanks for clearing that up.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

What then?

Xander has picked up this habit of wanting an hourly accounting of our plans. It usually starts like this:

Mommy: We're going to the library.

Xander: Then what?

Mommy: Then we're going to the grocery store.

Xander: Then what?

Mommy: Then we're going home.

Xander: Then what?

Mommy: Then we're having dinner.

Xander: Then what?

Mommy: Then we're going to bed.

Xander: Then what?

Mommy: (sigh) Then we're waking up.

Xander: Then what?

Mommy: Then you're going to school.

Xander: Then what?

Mommy: (pointing out the window of the van) Look! A truck!

If I'm lucky that distraction will take him off this pattern. If I'm not, well, we get to go through a week's worth of getting up/eating/school/eating/going to sleep, etc. You'd think he'd know by now.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Two of our 4 foster kittens were adopted a few weeks ago. One was Tangerine, the orange tiger that was both Jessica and Xander's favorite. The ones we have left are Willie, the stereotypical tabby cat, and Fluffy, grey tiger with long fur and absolutely ginormous paws. We've grown pretty fond of these two and when someone came last weekend to meet them and seemed to really like them, I got a bit worried.

But I have been prepping the kids for the eventual adoption of our kittens by reminding them that we can always foster more kittens, that there with always be more kittens. One day Jessica and I went online and looked up pictures of newborn kittens. SO CUTE! Well, extremely newborn kittens actually kind of look like rodents but once their fur grows in and their eyes open, then SO CUTE.

The kids weren't home when the prospective adoptive couple visited but I told them that I thought there was a good chance Willie and Fluffy might have to leave soon. I was all prepared for Jessica to be really upset.


"Okay," she said. "When can we get more kittens?"

I think I'm going to have more separation trauma than she is.