Home today with my little man and a bad case of strep throat. I'd been feeling good and then this hit me on Monday morning. Harry decided to sleep a little later today, which was nice, and I rested. I'm watching him play in the backyard now with the newest addition to the family - a black and white "tuxedo" kitty who has taken up residence here. He's a sweet cat - might have once been someone's pet because he's very friendly. He lets Harry and Olivia pick him up, chase him around, and even allows Harry to "pet" him - which means Harry smacking him on the back. Now the cat is lying in the grass and Harry is sitting next to him - almost on top of him - and petting his tail. It's kinda sweet. Maybe this cat will help Harry learn to be more gentle - if that's possible. I'm learning quickly that boys don't really understand that word - especially when they're two and a half. the cat doesn't run - just hangs with Harry, which is more than I can say for Priss. She's not crazy about the kids, but then again, she's a mama kitty who rules the roost. She's also not too keen on this new cat, but he doesn't seem to care. Her hissing hasn't deterred him. He's younger than she is and not fixed - something we'll have to do very soon if he's going to stay.
The sun is shining today after a few much needed days of rain. I like the rain and I'm always sorry to see it go. But it's nice that Harry can play outside this morning. I am waiting for my antibiotics to kick in and make me feel better - or at least make me feel like doing something. I'm sitting here typing because I can't bring myself to get up and do the dishes. I'm too tired. But I have to teach tonight, so I need to at least get myself psyched up for that. Luckily it's just one class. We are supposed to go to the coast this weekend too - spend some time in Cambria with the kids. The weather doesn't look very nice though - clouds on Saturday and rain on Sunday. Not exactly beach weather.
Harry has just come in and he's filthy. Looks like he sat in some mud. His new haircut makes him look like a little boy now rather than a baby. He looked up at me and said "Hi!" when he walked in. He can be so darn cute. Then he turns back into the wild animals and starts chasing Priss with one of the dryer balls. She's desperately looking for a place to hide. Time to step in.
