fall party at grandma kays
hudson’s new hobby
when we moved to the farm, the boys’ bedroom was large enough to unstack their bunkbed and instead put the two twin size beds side by side, which was great because (for some unknown reason) no one wanted the top bunk.
wouldn’t you know, the boys’ still sleep together in one twin bed because the other is too close to the closet, and “something might come out of there.”
cline loves to squish in the crack between the two beds – he says it’s his bumbo
after hearing a rather strange and pathetic sound outside our window for a few hours, we finally investigated and found a cold, wet and shivering little kitten in our bushes. We brought it in the back porch, and Sunny took it upon herself to mother the kitty and feed it some breakfast
little kitty would cry incessantly by the door when we put her outside, so sunny would let her in and “mother” her. she’d bounce and rock, sing and read to her “baby”
wren is our little houdini; she wiggles and squirms herself completely out of the neck hole of her pajamas at night and mere socks are no match for her twinkle toes.
i thought maybe if i’d make a little pair of shoes with an elastic sewn inside, but they too only lasted about 5 seconds.