Cady's can was in the can!

I was blow drying my hair the other day and I thought I heard crying. I turned off my dryer and sure enough it was her. I ran to see what was the matter and this is what I found. I probably *should* have gotten her out right away, but the camera was in the bathroom charging so I couldn't resist!

Hoarding Corner

Cady has a little corner that we like to call the hoarding corner. The hoarding corner is a nice little private place situated between the couch and the television. You really can't see what is going on in that corner unless you are standing right in front of it. The only thing in that corner is Cady's chair and usually there are some forbidden objects. The other day it was a bag of doritos that she stole out of the trash. I went over to see what she was doing and she was sitting in her chair munching on some doritos that I knew I threw away. At other times it's a random pen, paper or other forbidden object. This morning it was her most coveted item from her daddy's desk drawer.....the coin wrappers and his frisbees. Here's a little peek into the hoarding corner.

Silly Question...

So, Rob asks me, "Did you put Cady to bed naked?" The answer being, "Of course not." Well, here is why he asked(thankfully, the crib bar made for a perfectly tasteful photo).

Crazy bed head!!

Cady has some serious hair issues. Through her various stages of hair growth, and loss, she always has something interesting going on. The other day, Rob decided that he would put some "product" in her hair (gel) and we had a disaster on our hands. All of her hairs stood straight up on her head, the opposite direction of what Rob was intending. Of course we had somewhere to be so I had to wet it down. And then I had to wet it down again. And again. And again. Each time it dried, it stood straight up again.

Here are some pictures of her hair with NO gel. The pictures were taken this morning before I left for work.

Eating the Alphabet

That's right! Eating the Alphabet. Who is eating the alphabet you ask? Jenny is eating the alphabet. Our neurotic random-object-eating cat. Our cat who will not eat anything remotely pleasing to a "normal" cats palette. Turkey? nope. Tuna? nope. Milk? nope. Kitty treats? Nope. The most frustrating part of her food adversion is she won't even take a tiny nibble to see if it's something she would like or not. We have NEVER gotten Jenny to taste human food to this day. On the other hand, offer our little pica cat a price tag, string, packing peanut, ribbon or, most recently, foam alphabet letters and she'll go to town. This newest taste sensation resulted in yet another very expensive surgery and her mother spending the entire week after work running to and from the vet clinic that happens to be all the way across town. Starting on my Birthday none-the-less. I love Jenny. I do. But I'm not amused by her right now. Even less amusing is Rob accidentally putting her surgery on his debit card instead of the credit card. And even less amusing than that was my race to the bank to withdraw some emergency money to cover the accident and forgetting my pin number. The same number that I have had for the past seven years. I couldn't get to the money!! Oh well. It's been a week, but despite all my complaining, my week is MUCH MUCH better than the week that Jenny is having. Living under the bed while wearing a morphine patch waiting for your mom and dad to snatch you out every 12 hours to give you three pills is no fun. Here's a picture of the now retired alphabets. Now as for what to put in Cady's room that will cushion her falls but not entice our freak cat to feel like she is in a buffet line...we are open to suggestions.

Mommy Brain??

Yesterday I spent the morning paying bills. I was quite proud of myself that I remembered to date the checks according to the new year. On each check I had neatly written January 2, 2008 and then they were promplty mailed off.
Later in the evening, I was enjoying some gummy cola bottles and I noticed on the bag the message "Best enjoyed by Jan 2007". How could I have JUST bought a bag of cola bottles that had expired a year ago! I started to vent about this to Rob, who of course looked at me like I was a crazy woman. He said something to the effect, good thing you are eating them now before they expire." It was then my turn to inform Rob that they had expired a year ago!! He said, "No, Paula, It is 2007" at which I actually argued that "No, we are in a new year now and it's 2008." In his defense, Rob not only showed me the calendar that was on his wall (thanks Sophie and Chris) but he took control of my mouse and clicked onto the lower right part of my screen where the date January 2, 2007 appeared.
These situations have happened far too frequently since Cady first inhabitated my body. I had really hoped that the birthing process would bring my brain back to me. So far, obviously not the case!