And The Cat Comes Out On Top

Liam's school had an Open House this week, and we got to take a little peek into the world of Liam via his "journals". There is a journal for writing, one for math, and one for science. It was interesting, to say the least. I was a little surprised at the prominent position that a certain...feline...played in the journal entries. I'm hoping maybe everyone else was writing about their pets, and so Liam copied them and wrote about his as well. Or could he really have such a bond with that cat?? Hmmm...Tigger you may have secured your place in the house for a bit longer...drat that cat! I can hear him laughing now. Maybe I should have been more concerned the last 3 times in the past month that he has escaped and spent the night on the prowl. Once was while Liam was holding open the door too. That would have been bad, if he hadn't come back that night. If anyone should be blamed for the cat going missing, it should be Jim. :-)

The next most prominent thing written about (although to be fair it was a lot harder at the beginning of the year to tell WHAT was being written about) was our trip to Canada. Crismis, Grama, and Granpa, sno mobil, and four wheler were all mentioned several times.

Baby Owen (also known as Bebe Oin) also made the highlights. And Sistr as well.

Meanwhile, on the adoption paperwork front, it seems as if we may be able to get around the TB and HIV tests for the kids with this round of paperwork. I've come to find out from more than one source that most people never did this to begin with! sigh...I am always the obsessive rule follower. It would never have occurred to me to do anything but exactly what was stated on the form. I swear, if they asked, I would also have listed every overdue library book I ever returned late. So nobody can ever tell Liam that he might not have had to get that TB test stuck under his skin last year. Anyway...it's good to know he doesn't have TB or HIV. Right?!

I'm feeling a bit more energetic (or is just the Starbucks?). I have a sneaking suspicion that my fatigue is more than a little bit related to emotions. I'll save it for another post, but let's just say that I have been burying some things deep, and I think they haunt me at night. Like the fact that I left a baby...a sick one even...so far away. I haven't even been letting myself think about it at ALL. And maybe I should.