Snapshots of Kitty

Here's a peek into the life of Kitty in the Autumn.

Runnin' Fool

Kitty participated in the Jog-a-thon fundraiser at school again this year.  Her goal was to run 10 laps.  Michael pledged 10 bones per lap again, even though I pointed out that 10 x 10 = 100!  He wasn't swayed by my frugality.  

We prayed every night that Kitty would meet her goal, and she practiced at school nearly every day.

The day of the Jog-a-thon arrived and my belly was a flutter with nervousness.  Kitty took off running and I kept track of her completed laps.  I only counted 3.  It appears I cannot concurrently cheer like a maniac and count.  As the Jog-a-thon neared completion, I hoped with my entire Mama heart that she had accomplished her goal.

Well, did she?

Yes! Kitty ran 11 laps!  Her prayers were answered, her goal was met, and we were $110 poorer.

Harvest Festival

We tried a new pumpkin patch this year. It was a raging success! Kitty rode a pony, roped a steer, stood in line for an hour to have her face painted, and ate warm apple cider donuts.  Don't be fooled by the trickery of the camera capturing her seemingly disgusted reaction to the donuts - she ate 3 in a row.

We had an amazingly beautiful and mild Fall this year.  The trees were splendid and we enjoyed a lot of time outdoors.

  

Tooth Departure

Kitty had a mildly loose tooth for a couple of months.  One morning, she was explaining to me that if you lose a tooth at school, your teacher sends you to the office and you get a special tooth-shaped necklace to carry your specimen home in.  

I picked her up from school that afternoon and she had a special tooth-shaped necklace hanging from her neck.  

Kitty had decided it was time to yank that mildly loose tooth out and get that necklace!  She was incredibly animated as she relayed the entire chain of events: the tooth was wiggly so she wiggled it back and forth until it started bleeding.  Then, she consulted with all of her friends as to whether or not she should just pull it out, which they all agreed she should.  So she yanked it out.  Kitty was thrilled that she was sent to the office and given the specimen jar of pride to wear for the rest of the day.  

She carefully authored a note to the Tooth Fairy and we retired for the night. At 2 AM, she was by my bedside, crying that the Tooth Fairy had not arrived yet.  I groggily lead her back to bed and assured her the Tooth Fairy was probably running late and would indeed come to collect her tooth. 

Thankfully the Tooth Fairy awoke from his slumber in time to deliver the gifts.  His only blunder was that he forgot to set out the metallic markers.  I was puzzled and went looking for the markers, then had to explain to Kitty that I knew the Tooth Fairy had one more gift because she had told me so.

Kitty seemed dubious.  Perhaps the jig is up?  I'll be a lot richer if it is.

What a fantastic Autumn!

Ha!

Every so often, Kitty blurts out statements that make me smile.  I may even chuckle once in a while, thus proving my heart is not entirely black.  Here are some noteworthy quips from Kitty lately:

Sitting at the table
Kitty is playing with Wooly, her stuffed lamb toy.  I'm bustling about making dinner.

"Hey, Mom?  Will you please try not to shoot Wooly for our dinner?"

Bedtime snuggles
Kitty is at her desk drawing medicine bottles and cutting them out for her sick cat, Shadow.

Me: "Wow.  That's a great idea."

Kitty: "Yeah, I brought the idea back from medical school when I graduated 1st in my class."

Watching TV
I was introducing Kitty to Bob Ross.

Me: "I wonder how he got his hair to do that."

Kitty: "Maybe he's a clown."

Doing nothing in particular
I was bleeding at a pretty steady flow.

Me: "Man, this one is a gusher."

Kitty loudly breaks wind then exclaims, "Now THAT was a gusher!"

During Family Home Evening
We were talking about trying to be kind like our Savior and improve our efforts day to day.

Me: "Actually, I try to be a jerk everyday."

Kitty: "Well...it's working."



Hmmm...should I be offended?

Photogenic

Kitty loves to swipe my phone when my back is turned and take a bazillion pictures with it.  I don't appreciate her thievery, but I do appreciate all the wonderful shots she snaps when I'm not ready. 

I feel pretty! Oh, so pretty!  I feel pretty and witty and bright!

Schooool!

Kitty has been a first grader for about 7 weeks now.  How do I feel about it?

I HATE BEING AWAY FROM MY BABY!

You'd think that full-day Kindergarten last year cured me of my school blues.  Well...it didn't.  Even now, I feel a spasm of sadness in my heart when I watch Kitty run into the school in the morning.  Every dang day.

I just don't like it.

But, I am grateful that at least my Kitty isn't a teenager.  That would be worse.

It was an adjustment going from Kinder to first grade.  Her teacher is less lovey-dovey, none of her friends are in her class, there's no drawer of construction paper to draw on anytime you want, you have to be quiet on the rug during lesson times, it's all very mature now.  We had a rocky few weeks at the beginning, but Kitty has settled in nicely.  Resilient feline, that one.

We went out for ice cream after the first day of school because - well - you just should.

 Here's to a great first grade year!

'Fraid

I am unashamed to admit that I have a few fears; a few completely rational and not ridiculous fears.

Like spiders.

Or small spaces.

Or Michael dying on his daily commute.

Or drowning - specifically being trapped beneath the water's surface by a log, boat, someone sitting on my head, etc.

Here's the thing: I'm turning 40 next month.  I'm not afraid of 40, mostly I'm just baffled that I'm actually turning 40.  I decided that I should do something big, face a fear and accomplish a colossally scary task to mark my nearly 40 years of life.  What should I choose...

I'm not making friends with spiders.

I'm not shoving my body into a cramped space.

I'm not letting Michael die on his commute.

Darn. That leaves drowning.

So look what I did:

That's me in the purple shirt.  I look pretty happy don't I?  It was a nervous smile, the kind where you chuckle aloud and force your lips into a curve, but inside you are desperately trying not to vomit.  Or scream out, "We're all going to die!"

I spent the first 20 minutes of the rafting trip with a stomach ache, gripping my oar with enough force to form a blister.  I also had my feet shoved so tightly under the seat in front of me that I nearly lost 6 toenails.

I WAS TRYING NOT TO DROWN! Can you imagine falling out of the raft and getting trapped underneath?!  I can and it makes my spine shudder.

After I realized I probably wasn't going to die, I loosened my grip ever so slightly and began to enjoy myself.  But I kept my feet tightly under the seat in front of me.  My toes were tender for a few days.

There I am in the swirling abyss!  And I lived!  My ear canal took on about a gallon of water, but I didn't fall out of the raft, I didn't drown, and I think I even had a good time.

There was a raft behind us that didn't have a river guide and every person but one was ejected from their boat while going over the big rapid.  Our guide had us maneuver up the rushing water to rescue them.  It took a lot of difficult rowing but we did it.  Not only did I face a fear, I was a hero as well.

Am I still afraid of drowning?  A little.

What?  You didn't expect one little rafting trip to cure me did you?

Summer Wrap-up

I know summer's flame is nearly extinguished when it's time to go camping with our friends again.  Going camping is a great experience for Mykey and Kitty - they hop in the car one morning and go camping.  Going camping is a much different experience for Booney - Booney spends days and days organizing, shopping, meal prepping, and loading the car.

Booney is tired on the morning Mykey and Kitty hop in the car to go camping.

I always have a bad attitude about our annual camping trip.  I have a bad attitude right up until camp is completely set up and we're lighting our first fire. Then I'm happy to be camping.

But only for 2 nights.  2 nights and not one second more.

We went to Tumalo State Park again this year.  I wished we had gone someplace new just for a change of scenery.  I also wished that Mykey had not hurt his back days before our departure.  It was a painful trip for him and I had to do all the things he usually does.  Like getting in the FREEZING cold river with Kitty.  She's one cat who does not hate water.  Booney hates water.

Despite our little setbacks, we had a nice camping trip.  It's fun to get away for a few days and just be together. 

Farewell Summer!  You were good to us this year!

Traadition! Traadition!

I've been going to my sissy's house every summer for many moons.  I went for many moons before I had Kitty, and now Kitty gets to come along.  Actually, Kitty ditches me for a few days and goes on her own, and then I get to come along later. 

Someone is invading my territory.

Who can blame her really?  My sissy's house is the best. 

Kayaking and paddle boarding!

Silverwood amusement park!

Indoor camping! (My nephew graciously slept in the tent with her and read The Hobbit aloud)

Mini golf!

Yummy Boba drinks! (My first Boba experience)

Rock wall!

A whole box of Zotz!  A whole box!

Watching my sissy race in a triathlon! (I spectated with my brother-in-law while eating popcorn and drinking a soda.  We didn't want to be mistaken for athletes.)

We also sit around and talk and eat. It's wonderful. No wonder I go every year.

Traadition! Traadition!