Originally uploaded by annwood."and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max and he sailed off through the night and day" -Maurice Sendak (Where the Wild Things Are)
I dream of having one of Ann's ships to hang in Satchel's room one day.
Ann is a fellow New Yorker and gifted artist!
Kitchen Renovation Week: It's over and it doesn't look much different than when we started. Due to the ceiling collapse, we can not sand the floors, repair and paint walls, or rebuild the the last cabinet. For me this is very depressing. I'm a visual person, an artist, and I like things to be aesthetically pleasing. I thrive in harmony and wither in discord. We are now scrambling to find money to repair the unexpected ceiling collapse. Every penny is accounted for. I'm going to have to take the money out of my IRA, penalties and all. Thankfully, we've finally found someone we could trust to do the repair. Julie's husband (of self-definition fame) is our man.
I had a bad day yesterday. I was preparing lunch and had Satchel's food diced and ready on his tray...I went to the kitchen to grab my plate and in that VERY brief span of time, Robert's cat was on the table with her head over Satchel's high chair eating (more like inhaling) his food!
So I had to start all over and when I was finished my lunch was cold.
Later as I was making dinner, I sat Satch on the floor with some toys next to his dada in the dining room while dada was reviewing his case for monday. Suddenly I heard a strange, nervous giggle coming from Satch. The kind of giggle that nudges your motherly instincts and tells you trouble's brewing. I went to see what was going on and there was Satch standing next to a puddle of cat vomit. If that wasn't horrible enough, he opened his mouth wide which is what he usually does to show me he's eating. I felt like vomiting myself, though I didn't see anything in his mouth.
What upset me so much was that he was no more than two feet from his daddy. I lost my temper and gave Robert a piece of my mind and his reply was, "well, I'm working". This only made it worse. OK, cats vomit and you can't control when or where it happens and you ARE working, but I'M in another room making dinner and Satchel is two feet away from you. You mean to tell me that you can't keep an eye on him while reviewing documents?!?!
I'm still angry!
I wish I could sail off in one Ann's ships (above) with Satchel and an unlimited supply of Ben & Jerry's!