We had the baby shower this weekend at Ellis Truss and there were cousins and neighbors and Scattegories and bingo and lots and lots and lots of food. We now seem to be pretty much set for newborn diapers and got a Diaper Genie (I wish I could train the cats to use it), and a crib set and an amazing handmade pirate quilt (the nursery is going to be ocean/pirate themed) and lots more besides.
Peter and Sharon from the Star gave us a bunch of stuff from our Amazon registry and some other books as well, and a very fat stuffed cat who looks more than a little like Hanna.
And now for something completely different …
Jenn found this. The crazy thing is that, as of a week or two ago, Lucky just started wearing a red leather (fake lizardskin) collar. And yeah, he does the lying on his back thing.
Tomorrow, it will be two years to the day that I went under the knife in an effort to confirm or squelch the theory that I had stage two lymphoma. I had my throat slit and a probe was sent down into my chest, narrowly avoiding my lungs and heart and a biopsy of my swollen lymph node was taken. (I remember laying on the gurney as I was being wheeled in, thinking that 05/05/05 was a pretty memorable date, whatever happened.)
What it came back with, of course, was sarcoidosis, which was a new one on me, and I think everyone I knew.
Two years later, I still have some lingering problems with granuloma in my joints, particularly on my left side, but they’re diminishing over time. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was completely gone by this time next year.
An old-school Tigger was one of the first things bought for the kid off of our Amazon baby registry.
Here, Lucky shows that he, too, is a fearsome predator. Or maybe just sleepy.
After the dark events of this week, time for something black, but not in the least dark.
Lucky learned the trick first, but Hanna might be the one who’s really mastered it. Today, both will drag a toy they want to play with (usually a prey object on a string attached to a stick — Lucky in particular likes his pretty beaten up and unrecognizable, while Hanna prefers very cheap and lightweight toys she can carry around easily, stick and all), drop it at my feet and meow. Hanna will sometimes actually drop it on my feet and give a very long and involved “mrr-row-ow” meowing.
We never taught them this; they came up with it on their own. Pretty useful, though, since there’s no question of what they’re asking for.
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