What? Your daughter's cat doesn't sit in a doll high chair and eat cold, gloppy oatmeal off a spoon? Really?
This is Mouse, the cat. He's been around this blog a number of times. Mary's morning routine involves coming down to the kitchen, saying good morning to me, and heading straight outside to find Mouse. She then brings him inside and snuggles him on the sofa or in bed, until I force her to finally come for breakfast.
This morning, she forgot to go to the bathroom before bringing him, so she slid the doll high chair next to me at the kitchen table, plopped him in, arranged his little paws, gave him a spoonful of oatmeal and left me to babysit. He sat there, happily, for quite a long time.
This morning, we're heading out to the barn so Emma can have a ride. She has quite a little list to tackle before she does--including feeding the GIANT hornworm that came inside on Dan's pant leg last night, after he'd been ripping out tomato plants. This thing can eat through tomato plant leaves like nobody's business. It is sick and fascinating, all in the same breath.
And we've started our homeschooling year--which is another post I've been meaning to write. If you haven't read Stefani's series on homeschooling, it is worth your time. I think it is always helpful to read other people's approach, even if it is different from your own. There is always something valuable in hearing how other people do it.
I've got some posts swirling around in my head but with school starting, I've had a hard time finding the time. I think I'm going to have to become a bedtime blogger--which means you'll either hear a mumbo-jumbo of incoherent thoughts from me, or some overly-philosophical take on life. I tend to get very dramatic and poetic at night.....
More soon. Happy Wednesday. (already?!!)
