July 23, 2008
Mommy-ADD
Written by Shirley Karr in Jaunty PostAfter an exhausting day of wrangling a one-year-old who just discovered he can stand up and now will try to pull himself up on almost anything (including a lightweight plant stand that used to be home to three houseplants) I was ready to shut everything down for the night and thought I’d check the calendar to see how many days were left to research a really cool idea for a blog post … and discovered the answer was zero. Oops. For some reason I was thinking my turn to blog was Thursday.
I’ll have to get back to you on what Napoleon, peach preserves and champagne bottles have in common. Until then, I present some deep thoughts and insights into the feline condition.
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I’m still trying to hit the trifecta of having the camera, fresh batteries, and good timing to catch Daniel cuddling with the cat. Our red tabby stays close though just out of his reach, but the Himalayan will come and lay right beside Daniel, knowing full well his fur will be pulled. Sometimes Daniel resists the siren call of grabbing fistfuls of fur and instead lays his head on Dakarai, his arms wrapped around the fluffy kitty … but only for a brief moment. You’ll have to take my word for it …
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Shana Says:
Cute pictures, Shirley. Can’t wait for the ones with Danile and the kitties.
Maya Says:
I love the lolcats, they always make my day. The ‘disembowel’ one here is priceless.
My one year old has bypassed pulling to stand and graduated to climbing all chairs and barstools so as to walk across countertops, open cabinets, and toss plates, glasses, anything and everything onto the ground, so we have to pull all chairs away from climbable surfaces. Of course, someone or other forgets on a daily basis and infant eagle eyes always spot the flaw…
Margo Maguire Says:
My youngest LOVED the stairs. And managed to get to them no matter what I used to block them. But that was the least of his antics. He graduated to wilder, crazier antics by age three, which involved second-floor windows and 10-speed bicycles. At least we didn’t have cats then, for him to chase!