Just some stuff.

Every once in a while Marc decides we should get a cat, even though he is allergic to them. This time he figured he might not be as allergic to a kitten as he is to a fully grown cat, and we figured T would really love a kitten, so Monday night we went and picked up a cute little gray kitten we found on Craigslist. Unfortunately it turns out that kittens have just as many allergens (who would have guessed ;) so we'll be looking for a new home for the kitten. But we've had fun with her while she's been here. Unfortunately whenever cat and T are being cute together, the camera completely distracts them, so we haven't gotten any good pics of them together.

Teresa is so funny with the cat. She's pretty good at being soft with the cat, except when she tries to pick her up. Then she just squishes the cat to her. She definitely has a love/hate relationship with her. She will stand and giggle at the cat for ages, and think she is the funniest thing. She will follow her around trying to pet her, and has even gotten pretty good at dangling string for her to play with. But then she will randomly turn against the cat. It's pretty funny, like flipping a switch. All of a sudden the cat offends her and she just starts crying. Sobbing and bawling and crying so hard she gets hiccups. She will let the cat play with her lanyard (she carries around a jump drive that we have on a lanyard and likes to wear it around her neck), and then all of a sudden decide she doesn't want to share and will burst into tears if the cat gets near it. Once that happens she doesn't want the cat even looking at any of her stuff. Anything the cat gets near, T will go and collect and bring it to me to protect it. It is so funny! The cat had the nerve to bat at T's sunglasses and a cup she plays with. So T scrambled out of my lap to rescue them. She came back crying and insisted I put her glasses on her. Then she just sat snuggled in my lap, wearing her sunglasses and crying. I have to try hard not to laugh at her too much.

Speaking of her sunglasses, she has recently rediscovered them, and loves to wear them now. She'll walk around with them on for a while and then pull them off and bring them over to us to put back on.



This is why she can only have chocolate in her high chair:



T has always been super interested in my hand weights. She only recently has been able to actually pick one up all the way (they weigh a whole five pounds). I love these pics cause you can really see the effort in her face. She actually took a few steps across the room with it before she dropped it.







Poor Marc fractured his wrist tripping over one of T's toys, but he's still happy to read her a book. He can't lift more than 15 pounds for the next few weeks, which is lame-o since T is 22 pounds now...



That's about all we've been up to. Nothing too exciting, just regular life!