Oliver is racking up the nicknames. He’s the “Kamikaze kitten” because he takes a flying leap and skids on the floor or jumps in my lap. My job right now is to entertain him because Zara’s still eating. I’m letting Mimi eat upstairs too to get away from her little bratty brother.

I put on some pajamas with a dangly string, and of course, Oliver ( Read more... )