Scottie and Nell love love love cats. In books, pictures drawn by Dayani or me and MJ, in life, on TV. Anywhere. When I was little I adored cats and would cut pictures d them out of magazines and would draw them constantly. I’d make stories about them and play imaginary games where I was a cat. I would dress up our cat in baby clothes. And with friends I would play cats the musical. I had pet cats. And I really like the song “Love Cats”
Nelly loves the book Charlie Helps His Mother and carries it around with her.
Nelly keeps taking Scottie’s blanket at night causing Scottie to cry. Please Nell, let her have her blanket. This joke is not fun for me.
Scottie now checks my neck when I pick her up to see if I might be wearing a necklace she wants to wear. Yesterday with pointing and talking she got me to go upstairs to my jewelry box to get the necklace she likes to wear the most- it’s silver with locks that have a T and C and hearts with S and N. She also wants to wear my mouse shoes all the time. The cuteness is beyond.
Charlie keeps a small step stool next to his bed on which he arranges Legos, pieces of paper, favorite books and stuffed animals. He calls it his desk. He is going to love having a desk.
Teddy asked me for a “double bed”. I thought it was very grown up of him but then he said “one bed and another bed on top.” He meant a bunk bed but that was so smart to know it was double the amount of a regular bed.
Teddy has been carrying around a little mouse for days. Charlie complained this morning “why does teddy get the tiniest mouse and I don’t?”
Much like the time he cried in the car and I asked what was wrong and through sobs he said “teddy won’t tell me how small of a tiny puppy he wants. “
