Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Holiday Goodness!

Boy, Hanukkah Harry sure came through this year!

Here are some more of the baby's new items... nobody told me that I would have to bathe & groom this child... I thought they were self cleaning, like cats! At least I can still just put out a bowl of food & water & leave it for the weekend, whew!

In addition to cleaning it, apparently, there are some sort of "playing" or "holding & rocking" type of activities that you can do with it... I'll have to research it more & get back to you! I DO KNOW that they can be taught to talk or mimic you, like parrots... or Furbies.

Since Ross is drinking for 2 now he scored some nice bottles of wine from Boeger and a martini sampler because everyone (including Hanukkah Harry) knows that my husband is a "girl drink" drunk! He can also take pictures of himself intoxicated using his new camera tripod. The morning after, he can mosey down to Starbucks for his beloved Americano.
Thank you Hanukkah Harry (aka Lucibud) for the WONDERFUL gifts & for making Hanukkah so much fun!!! We love you!

Speaking of my mom, she finished our knitted afghan! It is absolutely BEAUTIFUL and so very soft! It is a gorgeous burgundy color.

Here it is hanging on the quilt rack in the living room. Below it are some of our other lovelies created by Ross' mom, Robbie. She made the multi- colored afghan for me for Christmas '05 and she made Ross the cream colored one on the bottom. He took such good care of it in Tahoe & rarely let anyone use it! My mom coordinated the burgundy color in her afghan to match the one Robbie made. Now we have a beautiful collection of our mama's work! We love you both!!!!!

As a joint Christmakah gift, my parents got us this awesome cat enclosure and pet door. You can see Henry looking agitated because I'm requesting that he go through the cat door when I just went through the people door! So confusing! We've been trying to solve the problem of what to do with the cat box once the baby arrives. We really wanted it out of the house, plus Henry drives us CRAZY with his plaintiff wails to go to his beloved outside. He does get to go out in the backyard, but it has to be EXTREMELY supervised. He likes to jump the fence & check out the hood. I'm not really worried about something happening to him... he survived in P.ville just fine... I'm more scared of the suburban dangers of people & other cats... not that he'll get beat up... more like receiving a vet bill in the mail from a neighbor because Henry beat their cat up. Yes, my sweet boy is a thug, I admit it!
Well, this enclosure solves 2 problems for us! Henry can go "out" by himself anytime he wants & the plan is to put their cat box out there too!

Here is "Wee Wee" enjoying the enclosure. Henry has figured out how to go in & out on his own. He is a little concerned with the "enclosed" concept of the enclosure. Wee will go out if you hold the flap open for her. But once the weather warms up, I think she'll become more curious on her own.

Overall, it has been such a wonderful holiday season and it will just keep getting better! We can't wait to have all the Gimpel's and Willoughby's out for Christmas too! Happy holidays!

Just for fun: Ever wonder what Ross is up to while I'm blogging??? Here's a sneak peak! Here are my Gimpel men getting their homework done! There must not be any football on TV!

3 comments:

Vanessa said...

You guys must have been good this year! Can't wait to see you next week :)

Oh, btw, I started a wedding blog, it promises to be a very interesting process :) Read the madness if you dare!

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Bud and Cindy said...

Glad to see the furry grandkids are warming up to the digs. They deserve it! Being a big brother and big sister is hard work and they need their hide-away.

Chauntel said...

Okay, one time at mom & dad's in Idaho I went down to the basement to check on what all the kids were doing. As I went down the stairs I heard what sounded like rain hitting the walls. I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs and there is Tyler, waist deep in the enclosed litter box shoveling out the litter through his legs. Let me rephrase; he wasn't shoveling, he was flinging/throwing. It was everywhere! Good thinkin of the grandparents to keep that from ever happening to you guys!