Long time, no post
Sorry for not posting for a while - work and medical stuff has been crazy. I have a number of things that I want to update people about, so I guess I'll take them one at a time.
First, Simon. He's awesome. He's started growing out of the toddler tantrums (a bit) and we're learning how to head them off. He's also talking a lot, which is incredibly cute. He's a sweet boy at heart, which makes some of the temper tantrums a little easier to deal with, and loves to be hugged and snuggled. I don't really know what Pete and I did to get so lucky, but I'm thankful for whatever it was.
Second, Cancun. We were there for a week at one of those all-inclusive resorts, along with my parents. Everybody had a great time thanks in large part to the fact that Simon is totally in love with my father. The weather was gorgeous, the pool and ocean were delightful, the people were friendly...it was all delightful. We came back with minor tans and some wonderful memories, such as the time the dinnertime mariachi band came over and serenaded Simon, which was pretty much the highlight of his little existence. "More guitar? More guitar?" He now says "Ay ay" if he wants to request that we play "Cancion del Mariachi" for him. (Look it up on Youtube if you don't know the song - the Los Lobos version is the best, in my opinion.)
Third, Tiger Lily. For those of you who didn't hear, I had to make the decision to let her leave us a few weeks ago, on my birthday. I still miss her more than I can say, and at odd moments - like when going into the basement and I realize I don't have to worry if I shut the door behind me, or going to sleep when I'm listening for the sound of her jumping up next to me on the bed. She was such a good cat, and so full of love for everyone (especially for those of you allergic to cats). She saw herself as Simon's other mother, and I'll never forget the way she would groom his little head while I was nursing him, or how she would bat her tail against his head to distract him if he was crying. In a way it's easier for me that Simon is too young to really miss her or notice that she's gone, but it makes me sad to think that he won't have memories of her. At least we'll be able to show him pictures and tell him stories about the little kitty who loved us all so much.
Rest in peace, little girl.
First, Simon. He's awesome. He's started growing out of the toddler tantrums (a bit) and we're learning how to head them off. He's also talking a lot, which is incredibly cute. He's a sweet boy at heart, which makes some of the temper tantrums a little easier to deal with, and loves to be hugged and snuggled. I don't really know what Pete and I did to get so lucky, but I'm thankful for whatever it was.
Second, Cancun. We were there for a week at one of those all-inclusive resorts, along with my parents. Everybody had a great time thanks in large part to the fact that Simon is totally in love with my father. The weather was gorgeous, the pool and ocean were delightful, the people were friendly...it was all delightful. We came back with minor tans and some wonderful memories, such as the time the dinnertime mariachi band came over and serenaded Simon, which was pretty much the highlight of his little existence. "More guitar? More guitar?" He now says "Ay ay" if he wants to request that we play "Cancion del Mariachi" for him. (Look it up on Youtube if you don't know the song - the Los Lobos version is the best, in my opinion.)
Third, Tiger Lily. For those of you who didn't hear, I had to make the decision to let her leave us a few weeks ago, on my birthday. I still miss her more than I can say, and at odd moments - like when going into the basement and I realize I don't have to worry if I shut the door behind me, or going to sleep when I'm listening for the sound of her jumping up next to me on the bed. She was such a good cat, and so full of love for everyone (especially for those of you allergic to cats). She saw herself as Simon's other mother, and I'll never forget the way she would groom his little head while I was nursing him, or how she would bat her tail against his head to distract him if he was crying. In a way it's easier for me that Simon is too young to really miss her or notice that she's gone, but it makes me sad to think that he won't have memories of her. At least we'll be able to show him pictures and tell him stories about the little kitty who loved us all so much.
Rest in peace, little girl.