Leahisms
(She just wants to be close to us!)
It was raining pretty hard when we went to get in the car this morning. Leah was carrying her umbrella in one hand and her blanket in the other. I overheard her saying to her blanket, “It’s okay blankie, I’ve got you, just hold on to me!”
On the way to pick up Hailey, Leah was singing “Five Green and Speckled Frogs”. I was talking to Ed at the time and she was finished by the time I got off the phone so I asked her if she could sing it again. She told me she could not because “they are all in the pond now”.
Hailey had art this afternoon and a friend had asked me to pick up some cake truffles for her at Shops at Steele Street so it was easy to pop in and grab those for her…or it should have been. I had to wait 10 minutes to buy the truffles which was a loooong ten minutes for Leah to see lots of stuff she wanted. She really, really wanted a watch with a pink plastic armband. I told her she would not have a watch until she could tell time. She went over to the table, picked up the watch and said, “It is 5:18.” She waited a few seconds and then picked it up and said, “It is still 5:18.” She then told me that she could “tell time now” and so she could get the watch. (and NO, I did NOT let her get the watch)
We had a new teacher start last week and she told me that when she introduced herself to Leah, Leah said, “I Leah Page, my mom Emily Page.” 
Speaking of the little cutie, she has crept into the office and is sitting on the floor beside me so I better go get her back in bed!
PS I ended up doing 20 more minutes of Wii Fit last night and did over an hour tonight. Woo hoo!
A Cat Diary
I received this in an email and it made me laugh so hard I had to share. I have made slight modifications to fit Buster. We don’t actually have a bird, but it was funny so I kept it in.
CAT DIARY
Day 93 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again tear at the fancy couch pillows when no one is looking.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The small captors with the high-pitched squeals try to torture me by squeezing me and attempting to stuff me into doll furniture. I will not let them break me. The dogs receive special privileges. They are regularly released – and seem to be more than willing to return. They are obviously mentally challenged. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe
For now…
Haileyism
Hailey has two nasty bruises on her arm. I asked her if she knew where she got them. She looked at me very seriously and then said, “I have things written in my head and that might be written in the back.” She punctuated this remark by grabbing her head in both of her hands and twisting her head. Once she had successfully dislodged the memory from the back of her head, she gave me a 5 minute discourse on how she got one of the bruises. It involved sliding on the floor, a box, a somersault, and various other crazy things…but to be honest, I tuned out after the second minute.
During Hailey’s first week of kindergarten, she was having a hard time remembering her classmates names (actually, it was only the female names she had a problem with. Hailey never forgets a boys name!) I gave her several tips that I hoped would help her. The next day, I asked her if she remembered any of the girls names that she played with. She told me she could not remember. She even “taped it to her brain, but it fell off.”
Next time she should try duct tape.
Dog-Eating Cat
I did pull Buster off of Daisy and make him leave her alone…but not until after I got these pictures. When we first adopted Buster, Daisy went ballistic. The first night we had Buster inside, Daisy chased him under the bed and was barking furiously. She went from constant barking and growling to just shaking all over and whimpering (while being held) to her current state which is being terrorized by Buster. We think she likes it.
