Rest in peace, Fifi

It was a tough decision, but I think we did the right thing for you. I'm glad I could be there until the end and say good-bye. We will always remember you fondly as the spunky little kitty that would defend her territory against the smallest chipmunks and the biggest dogs. Remember hissing and spitting at Kayla through the basement door? Remember bringing mice into our bedroom? Remember chasing through our old house from top to bottom whenever there was another critter walking by the windows? Remember sleeping on our computer monitor or on the tiny shelf in the entertainment center? Remember your kitty castle with little holes all over that you could stick your paws through to bat at us?

Maybe you can be a doggy in cat heaven. I know you would like that; and Dominik would finally get it right!

We love you. Rest in peace.

Wise Boy

The boys and I had a rough bedtime last night, everyone was agitated, no one wanted to go to bed. Despite my best intentions to keep calm, the impatient and angry mob inside me won out a couple of times. Lukas quickly took over the role of adult in charge: "Mami, no yelling, just say it." And then proceeded to tell me a little anecdote about his friend at school, whom he seems to have taken a toy away from, his friend promptly yelled or screamed or threw a tantrum, and calm teacher intervened with above words, or so I gather the incident occurred. After the initial surprise, I collected myself and realized how awesome it is that the boy gets to go to preschool and learn coping behaviors, and doesn't have to spend all day with me and the unruly mob.