Career Goals

Kitty has a lot of interests and talents.  I think this will be a great help to her when choosing a career path.  She really has an abundance of possibilities.

Like being a cowgirl:

Or a knight in shining armor.  Are girls called knights? Maybe a kitty in shining armor.

Or homeless:

Or a Frisbee retriever-er.

Or a creepy stalker:

Whatever she decides, I hope she's rich and will take care of me in my old age!

(Is there a lot of money in creepy-stalking?)  I sure hope so.

Easter Greetings

For the past 2 Easters, I have been a super cool Mom and hosted an Easter party and egg hunt for Kitty and her friends.  Both years were FANTASTIC!

This year I couldn't be a super cool Mom and put together a party.  This year, stupid Covid was the master of our lives. This year I had to be a lame Mom.

Well...not that lame.  I'm naturally cool so it's hard for me to morph into complete lameness.  I'm so naturally cool that I still put on an Easter egg hunt, complete with a hidden Hatchimals surprise egg.  A Hatchimals surprise egg!  And then I hunted for the eggs with Kitty like the super cool Mom that I am.

 I even let Kitty find the special egg.  Go ahead and give me a patty-pat-pat on the back. She was thrilled with her surprise.

I'm so cool I made a delicious ham dinner and a carrot cake that tasted like baking soda.  Poo on trying a new recipe.

But the dyed eggs were a smashing success and Kitty wrote Easter notes to her ol' Ma and Pa.  She's a super cool cat.

We topped off our Easter shenanigans with a plea to the Easter Bunny for gifts galore.

Thankfully, the Covid had not infected Mr. Bunny and he was able to hop on over to our place.

Hoppy Easter! (See how cool I am?)

Leprechaun Hunter

I remember a time many months ago when Kitty tried desperately to catch herself a leprechaun.  Every day at recess, she and a group of enthusiasts searched the school yard and set up traps, hoping to capture one of the creeps.

Unfortunately, luck was not on their side.  Also unfortunately, she was not at school on St. Patrick's Day, the most likely day of the year to actually catch a leprechaun at school.  Thanks, Covid-19 for ruining leprechaun-hunting.

We tried to catch the elusive guys two nights in a row at home, but did not succeed.  Mykey used his 3D printer to make some gold to entice the tiny bugger, Kitty set up a trap with a luring sign, but still no luck. 

 

He tripped the trap but we didn't get him.

We did, however, catch the slippery monster's hat and buckle, so all was not in vain.

Well, we didn't snag ourselves a leprechaun but we did have a deliciously green dinner; pesto pasta, veggies with green goddess dressing, Irish soda bread, yum, yum, yum.

Kitty even surprised me with a note.

Who needs a lousy leprechaun when I've got such a lovely Kitty?

Happy St. Patty's Day!

Monsters

We don't have monsters hiding under the beds at our house.  We're lucky that way.

We do, however, have a Kitty under the bed.

Michael went into Kitty's room to awaken her one morning and she was gone.  Panic would have been his immediate companion had Kitty not been kind enough to leave a note.

She slept there all night!  

I guess this proves claustrophobia ain't genetic.

Lucky Kitty.

School Days

When I was a kid, we went to school.  I walked to school every day and I walked home from school every day.  Even in the snow.  Even in the snow and the wind.  I stopped walking to school when I made it to high school.  Only losers walk to school in high school.  You know me well enough by now to know that I am most definitely NOT a loser.

Do you know who is a loser? Covid-19.  I hate that guy.

Thanks to that loser, there’s no such thing as school anymore.  School these days is Kitty sitting at my kitchen counter with a laptop whining about how bored she is.  And me barking at her to stop whining and do her assignments.  I feel conflicted because the work she is assigned is far below her abilities, they aren’t grading it, and I really don’t care if she completes it or not.  In fact, I feel like it’s an enormous waste of time.

But I can’t let her know that.

So I bark at her to keep up appearances.

I found pictures the other day of Kitty on the 100^th day of actual school before the world imploded. 

I also found a picture of crazy hair day.  We made her hair into a nest for her stuffed bird, Paradise. It was awesome.

Looking at these pictures and thinking about the abrupt end to her 1^st grade year made my heart sigh.  

The world seems so sad, so annoyingly uncertain, so boring.  But it doesn't matter - I won't let Covid-19 break us.

But I will gain 23 pounds because of him.

I really hate that guy!

Physician's Assistant

Chloe was sick.  Really, really sick.  Kitty was worried about Chloe and was providing top tier medical care for the poor baby.

But Kitty had to go to school and Chloe couldn't be left without proper medical attention.

Kitty's only option was to enlist my help.  Since my medical expertise is non-existent, and I'm not tender with sick people, it wasn't ideal.  But I would have to do.  First grade waits for no Kitty.

Thankfully, Dr. Kitty wrote out detailed instructions for me - I excel at following directions.

I needed supplies:

• Glasses
• Medicine
• Bandage
• Shot

Every 5 hours, I needed to do the following:

• Give Chloe medicine
• Check Chloe's temperature
• Give her shots with her clothes off
• Swaddle her up
• Tuck her in with her tiny hat and Pink Panther doll

The first words out of Kitty's mouth when I picked her up from school were, "How's Chloe?"  I responded with a confident, "I took excellent care of our patient.  She voiced zero complaints."

Kitty was happy.

Chloe was happy.

I was happy.

I'm considering treating patients full-time.  I think the world could use more unqualified medical professionals. 

Be Mine

Let's talk about the fake holiday called Valentine's Day.  I don't care about Valentine's Day for myself, but I really care about Valentine's Day for Kitty.  She's just so fun to celebrate holidays with!

The day before Valentine's Day, poor Kitty was sick.  She got all ready for school and then said, "I think I'm going to poop my pants."  The rest of the day was spent wrestling with the 2 p's: puking and pooping.  By nightfall Kitty was still sick and I worried she was going to miss out on the Valentine's party at school.

Mykey gave Kitty a Priesthood blessing and we said a heartfelt prayer that she would be able to go to school the next day. Then we tucked her into bed.  I said my own prayer that her poor little heart wouldn't get broken.  I fully expected her to be puking throughout the night, since she had been consistently all day.

But she didn't.  She slept straight through the night and awoke to presents!  She was a little pale but managed to eat breakfast so I figured she was good to go to school and enjoy the celebrations.

Yup.  I made that pop-up card all by myself with my own 10 sausage fingers.

It was pink and red day at school and Kitty chose her outfit all by herself with her own 10 non-sausage fingers.

At school, she carefully turned her Valentine collection bag into a kitty.

We had steak and potatoes for dinner and enjoyed our day of love.

I'm incredibly grateful that God watches over us and answers all of our prayers - even the non-critical ones involving Valentine's Day at school.

It was a spectacular fake holiday for all.

Happy Valentine's Day!