Around 2AM, Sammy woke up crying last night: “I have to go to the potty!” AC managed to get her there in time, and she was cheerful and chatty, reminding us that she gets a “big sticker” for her toilet learning chart. Minutes later, she was back in her crib, sound asleep. I wish I […]
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This is Sammy’s favorite Camus story. She’ll say “Mommy, talk about the teeny little salsa cat?” And I tell it something like this: One day, when Camus was a teeny little kitten, Mommy and Daddy left a big bowl of spicy salsa out on the dining room table. And little Camus jumped up on to […]
heartbreaking conversations this week: Me (dropping something fragile in the kitchen): Ah! Oh no! Sam (rushing into the room): Mommy! What did Camus do? Me (dumbstruck for a moment) Me: (realizing the number of times Sam has witnessed me discover an errant feline emission somewhere in the house): Camus did nothing, honey. Nothing at all.
Yesterday, when we all got in the car to take Camus to the vet, I insisted that his carrier sit on my lap in the passenger seat. Just as when I first laid eyes on him about 12 and half years ago. It was a rainy day, just like yesterday. AC had driven me to […]