I love this kid

After a harrowing no-nap day with my husband in Chicago and no break from the constant chatter, Ainslie and were finally snuggled together in her bed, and she wanted to read.

She can read a few words. I wouldn't say she'll be into War and Peace any time soon, but she can read a few words and I just love that electric spark that goes through us both when she really, really reads a new word. It's just magical!

Anyway, you know how those 'learn-to-read' books have rhymes and pictures so the kids can figure out what the words are? Well, this page was different. It said,
"Some kids play music and
some kids play sports."

She's getting "kids" and "play" out of all of this, and yes, this is largely because of the repetition within the book, BUT--she asked, "Mom, what's a sport?"

My response was that a sport is a game or activity where you use your body, like soccer, gymnastics, baseball...

"...or quidditch?"

YES, like quidditch! I love my daughter!

Apparently

I am the sort of person who can hate a little kitten. I really, really detest Joe the Kitten. Yearning for a pet-free existance...

Sophie, the kitten, is a boy (m )

Yes. Apparently Craig and I are unable discern between male and female cats. Fortunately, the vet can.

When I told Ainslie, her first response was that, "maybe we should call her Joe instead." On further reflection, she has slipped into the Denial Stage.

I guess the spaying appt will have to be reworded.

Dawn Chorus

I'm not a good enough composer to put this down on staff paper, but here's what each section contributes, starting at a little before 6am.

Child: Mom, can we get up? Mom, can we get up? Mom, can we ge up?

Kitten: MeOW, MeOW, MeOW, MeOW

Lab: hehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehheheh

Husband: groooooan. shhhhhhhh. grooooooan.

Garbage Trucks: ruuuuuuuuh, ruuuuuuuuuh

(and my very favorite section...)

Coffee Maker: click. blurpblurpblurpblurpblurp