One is tan and one is orange, and I have no camera.

One of the most fun things that has happened for us since we've been here in Morgan is the kids' little kitties. We've had them for about two weeks, and I gotta say we might never get a puppy. Ever. These little kitties are so easy, it's like they're not even around. And they were free. And one of them has already caught two mice before my very eyes. And they've used their litter box since the day we got them (with one exception of a poop on the stairs that my dad stepped in at 5 in the morning in his SOCKS. I'm laughing smuggly into my sleeve.)
The kids LOVE them. They take them on the swings and down the slide. They've been stuffed into the sprinklers and dipped into a bucket. They have been squeezed and tossed and squished and kissed. LOVE them.
I let the kids name them, which has been the only challenge. (Keep in mind that they are both male.)
We started out with Sammy and Flower.
Then Sam and Dandylion.
Then O'Malley and Dandy.
Then Oliver and Seraphina.
Then Garfield and Figaro.

This is where it stays for now. I've just kindof started calling them Kitties as their formal name. And they can stay as long as they like. Ecspecially if they help us out with the mice.

Forgive...

When Elder David A. Bednar gave his first talk as a member of the Quorum of the Twelve. He began by expressing feeling inadequate, and then asked forgiveness. "Please forgive me for the times when I was less than I should have been."
That last post was less than I should have been. Every now and then, you get a glimpse of yourself on the journey that is a life, and you don't always like the person you meet. Please forgive me for my whining. I am embarrassed.
This time in our lives is just one of those challenges that everyone meets. We will recover and be wiser and stronger than we were before. We will be able to move on with our lives, resolve our obligations, and emerge on the other side as stronger people.
Which will be good because by then we'll have teenagers.

So we are working on that move...

Moving = misery.
I do kind of like the chance to look at each item our entire family owns, and ask "Do I need this?" to which Gage says "Yes I need that leg to my Transformer that I haven't seen in a year!! All the other parts might show up!" Then I toss it. Me likey. I'm not sure why. (I still like going shopping too. I wonder if that means something is wrong with me.)
The house hasn't sold. It's just gonna be empty for a while. I just brought clothes and toys this trip, so we'll be going back alot for furniture and stuff. It totally bums me out to think of my lovely house sitting empty while we're chillin' in the folks' basement, which has a mouse problem and where we're all squished. Tony starts this line about how we both grew up sharing rooms and we should be grateful and how I'm spoiled now.
So be it. Spoil me up. Spoil me rotten with a side order of brat.
I am grateful that my parents are willing to share the basement while we "transition" but I really am missing my home this week. I thought we would move down here and get to see Tony all the time and we'd be a happy family again! Yay! Puppies and roses! Reality: we see him late at night and only late at night, at which point he is exhausted and goes to bed.
I kinda liked being alone better when I had the space for it.
I also liked being unsupervised.
I think I could cope alot better if there was a sundown to this arrangement. An end in sight. Pot of gold and a rainbow, ya know?
Plus I'm afraid the kids have hantavirus.
Pray for me. Or I might start throwing my mom's stuff away.