things I didn’t know when this week started…

Aug 17

Posted by: Scott in: blog, caleb isaiah, family, just another day in paradise, memories, ramblings

…that the occasional gas smell in my car was not my imagination, it was in fact a tiny leak that sprang into a huge one yesterday morning.

…that gas leaking in your engine could cause it to burst into flames at any given second. Thankfully I only learned this by word of mouth, and not by experience.

…that I would have a litter of kittens living on my stove in a laundry basket. No the stove isn’t on, I’m not cooking Chinese or anything.

…that Caleb would say something cuter than the day before…every day.

Do I have your attention? Good, because it has been a long few days. Yesterday morning, Scott opened the door to find his kitty in the road. :( We don’t know why she would have been near it, as she was terrified of it. She wouldn’t venture closer than 15 feet, and if she even thought she heard a car coming, she’d high tail it back to safety. But she orphaned three kittens in the process of crossing the road. So we retrieved the kittens and we all headed to Petsmart for a crash course in kitten rearing. Scott, Caleb, me and all three kittens in a box. Well we were nearly high on gas fumes upon arrival. So Scott checked under the hood. It was everywhere. This is when he informed me that if one drop hit the manifold, ye ole Explorer would be reduced to a pile of ashes. So we hurried in Petsmart to buy a freakin $20 can of kitten formula. I didn’t ever buy baby formula, but for some reason I didn’t expect kitten formula to be the same price! When we returned to the car, there was already a puddle pf gas underneath, probably a foot in diameter. Did I mention yet that my gas gauge doesn’t work? So we have/had no idea how much gas was left. With already 200 miles on the gas guzzler tank, probably not much. So we drove home on God’s good grace. Scott fixed the car later on in the day. While I learned how to feed kittens, which is harder than one might think. I never could get them to take a bottle, so I am using Caleb’s Motrin syringes. They seem to be doing okay, they’re still alive, so that counts for something. It is more than I can say for the fish! Kittens also have to eat every 3 hours! Man was it great to have that -sick to my stomach, I’ve been woken out of a dead sleep, and really don’t want to get up- feeling at four o’clock this morning. Love that.

Caleb has a Mommy needs sleep sensor, so he of course awakened twice last night as well. By 8:30am, I was not the happiest camper. Scott plopped the kitty condo aka laundry basket on the bed and announced that he was getting in the shower. Caleb climbed up in the bed and into my lap. He waved his hand and said “Hello cute wittle guys. My name is Baby,” putting his hand on his chest to indicate that he was introducing himself. We’ve been working to switch him to pronouns, because he deemed himself “baby” at some point. We are alllmost there, but he still says baby here and there. So I corrected him, and he said, “My name is Caleb. This is Mommy [pointing back at me].” Then he held up his giraffe lovey, “My name is Charley [as Charley waved a foot], this is my tail [holding up Charley's tail, which is his comfort zone on Charley].” I laughed and laughed and laughed some more. It might not be as cute to everyone else, but I thought it was hilarious.

I’m sure I’ll update with pictures later. I’m being ordered outside to play, and now that it is 8pm and only 92, well it’s just down right pleasant out there.

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