making food for the pups.
Kitty Heaven in the livingroom. (Condos, toys, climbing things, batting things... she likes to create things)
Magic School Bus (surprise!!)
downstairs for Mama (hup-two exercises--still loving that...)
Do you ever wonder where Trevy is in our pictures?
Here's a fine (and utterly usual) example of his life:
"Whatcha been researchin' today, Bub?"
"Mostly dinosuars. Did you know there is a dinosaur called the Elvis dinosaur?"
"Really?"
"Yeah. It lived in the Campanian stage."
"The Campanian stage!? I've never heard of that." (And I figure I'm pretty knowledgeable, as I live with him.)
"Yeah. It's a period at the end of the Cretaceous. Followed the Santonian. Was a diverse time filled the first flowering plants, as well as frogs, salamanders, lizards, and birds."
"Oh! We should fill these time periods in on our timeline. And the Elvis dinosaur lived here?"
"Yeah. It's called Brachylophosaurus. Its remains were found in 2000(ce), and it was literally mummefied. It was a spectacular find in Montana, with skin imprints tissue, and even the last meal the animal ate."
"Wow."
"I have a picture of one in one of my books..." (We have several prehistory encyclopedias.)
[He looks for it in a book--knowing exactly which one it's in, of course, and his Mama catches up here, writing all this down.]
"Are you caught up, yet?" he asks.
"Yeah." Smiles. "Now... where were we?"
"The Brachylophosaurus. The dinosaurs also documented in the same feeding grounds in the Campanian stage -in Alberta- included the the tyrannosaur Daspletosaurus, which was a small relative of Tyrannosaurus Rex, and the other hadrosaurs; which included Parasaurolophus and Hypacrosaurus. Also [here were] horned dinosuars, which include Centrosaurus and Styracosaurus, and the oviraptid Chirostenotes. Also included, the giant crocodile Deinosuchus, two kinds of dromaeosaur, one called Saurornitholestes, and Bambiraptor. And last but not least, the giant of the pterosaur family, Quetzalcoatlus. Now, ...." and so goes the lecture.
Mmhmm, I'm absolutely crazy about him.
So we tended to the timeline.
Trev is bemoaning the fact that we have so few creatures on it--really gotta get the printer fixed.
An' there was mucho rasslin' on the stairs for a while.
Because... you know. We were there.
An' there was Out.
And then... just them. Into the big, wide world.
And let me just tell you.... that took a reeeeeeeeallly long time.
I'm not sure who was whimpering more.... Annabelle, or me. Rrrr.
But you know. Gotta make those babies happy. Even if it's without me. Her. Us.
And so.
How'd that turn out, you ask?
Well. Ahem.
Too much whimpering. Hers or mine, doesna matter. Took its toll.
"Five minutes, Annie. Five minutes, and we go and get them."
That lasted for a few seconds.
'Til I pictured Maddie walking across the ice or bank of the duck pond, and [then quick progression, because, as I've mentioned, this is the way my mind works...] Trevy trying to fish her out while hypothermia sets in.
"C'mon, babe. Let's go get the babies."
So we loaded up into the truck, and went searchin'.
Up the hill, around the corner, and into the condos and to all the various duck ponds thereabouts. There are like six or something.
huh uh.
To home, then.
Pull in, and see Trev in the livingroom window.
"Dude. Too long. You were gone too long. That was over an hour."
Maddie cries. Her mama scoops her up, and holds her tight.
"We went up there," she wails, "and for a walk, and then over there, and to over there, and then there were street lights, and I was cold and tired, and we were lost!!!" Poor wee one.
"Dude. Not cool."
"I know...I'm so sorry!.... I didn't mean for that to happen...." and so it was.
"Here's the thing... I was cool with you wanting to go and have an adventure without me... that's fine with me! I totally get Kid Freedom! But you said to me 'up to the top of the hill', and you were not at the top of the hill, and I waited and waited and waited and waited... and then you were so far away that Maddie was uncomfortable... not cool, Bud. Gotta watch out for her, and take these things into account."
"I know.. I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again without bikes or a car or a skateboard..."
"No, dude." I tend to say 'dude' when I"m perturbed, "Not good enough. Going too far away on bikes isn't cool, either."
"I'm so sorry, Mom," he says, while Maddie still clings to her mama.
"I know, Babe. Everything is alright, now. Here. Get these warm jammies back on, Madd (she had had a bath right before adventuring), and I'll get dinner on. Wanna get tucked into the couch with this warm blanket and Magic School Bus, while I start supper? Getting tucked in will make you feel safe and warm. It's alright, darling. All is well."
And yes... All is well.
Enchiladas in the works while one learns about physics, and the other watches yet another dinosaur documentary.
And it's true, lest you wonder, that all really is well.
Life takes on lots of wherefores and heretofores and even thoughs... an' I adamantly still say, that indeed, it is... a sweet, sweet life.
And thank God I don't have to send them away every day! :)
I like them too much to be able to stand it.
Roller skating. While talking a-million-miles-an-hour.
Mmhmm, she's recovered.
And skating and turning around -sans hands- in the kitchen.
She's getting tricky!
I do love this life.
