My Wednesday

Let's see. I am on my way to bed. What was my day like?

No weird dreams last night. I do believe that is due to the fact that I am still stuck in the pill dumping/quilt cutting one. It's like it is right there, in the front of my mind, still.

There was a mime on "Mr. Roger's" today. Jonge was delighted by her. He really likes to pretend.

Jonge took a three hour nap, so Famke and I and the kitty took a nice long one hour nap together, piled up in the same chair.

Lunch time is loads of fun now that Famke sits at the table and eats with us. Not that I have a free hand to feed myself. We did have a slight battle of the wills since Jonge is no longer in the high chair and likes to leave the table without being excused. I do suppose that the need to twirl and spin and dance around is greater than his need for food, but still. One must remain seated until I have deemed them excused. Then let the twirling begin!

Jonge has become quite the little singer/song writer. This thrills me, as his mommy was the same way. It's nice to know his mommy's DNA got in there somehow, as the boy is a darling replica of his daddy. But the singing, he clearly gets that from his mommy. Anyway. One of his favorite songs is called "Uncle Buddy to you!" It is sung to the tune of Happy Birthday, but he replaces that with "Uncle Buddy". This is always followed by the "Sponge Bob Square Pants" song (which he didn't pick up from beppe's house as EVERYBODY knows, beppe's tv does not get sponge bob.)

On Monday I noticed that my kitty was not looking chipper. Actually, he is old and hasn't looked chipper in a rather long time. But, I made note of his odd behavior. I wasn't exactly sure what to do about it. We did make a change in his food a few weeks back and had just recently corrected that error. Anyway...as I was breaking apart some ground beef to turn it into meat loaf, I wondered if maybe some raw red meat would fix what ailed him. In my head (the head still pondering over dreams of pills and quilts) I was wondering in a prayerful way just how one might know what an aged cat would be in need of when...SUDDENLY...a very large chunk of the ground beef broke off from the whole and FLEW through the air and landed across the room directly in front of said cat.

I certainly was not going to reclaim it.

He ate every bit of it.

He seemed better today.

So off to bed I go with the book Youngest Son left here.