I enjoy a good rainy day every now and then, but when I lose count of how many days it has been raining…while I’m trying to move…it starts to get me down.  Having a rambunctious three year old couped up for days on end in a house with unsteady towers of boxes twice his height is no fun.  I know he doesn’t understand everything that is going on.  I know.  But he keeps demanding/whining that we find one single obscure toy right that second.  It is hard not to get frustrated.  I am ready for the rain to go away.  It is the last little straw making me feel like I am about to lose it.  I do have to thank God for on demand TV though.  We pretty much only watch the preschool kids TV channel, Noggin.  Plus Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Little Einsteins occasionally.  I noticed there was a preschool kids on demand channel on our brochure.  They have Sprout, Noggin, and a few other channels listed, and you can find the shows from those channels on demand.  We officially have a new Bob the Builder fan.  He had never seen it before.  There are approximately eight episodes available on demand, he has watched all of them several times and can sing the theme song already.  He goes to bed thinking about Bob and wakes up in the morning thinking about Bob.

On a funny note…we have two cats, a girl and a boy.  The girl  kitty is due to be a mommy around the end of May.  Our boy kitty missed the boat when she was in heat, he didn’t know what to do, but he has apparently decided he would like to practice some more.  On a “7 months” pregnant cat.  I figure that is about the equivalent to where she is in human pregnancy terms.  And all us ladies know how we’re feeling around the bottom of the seventh.  Like the broad side of a barn.  I plopped down on the couch today and the cats were cuddled up together right outside the window.  I thought, oh isn’t that sweet.  Then he started bathing himself.  Then he started licking her head.  I thought, aaawe, he’s taking care of her!  Then he bit her head, then her neck and climbed on top!  I wish I could have taken a picture of her reaction.  She sprang up and wailed on his head six or seven times, just batting it back and forth between her front paws.  Then the look she gave him…the glare she had on her face…if looks could kill, oh my goodness.  She looked at him like “Oh no you didn’t EVEN just try that.”  She gave him the classic “get off me” move by turning over and laying down a different way.  Every time he moved toward her, she’d shoot that glare over her shoulder.  If he got within striking distance, she’d stand up as if to say, don’t even think about it.  He eventually laid down beside her again ever so carefully.  After a few minutes, she got up in a huff and left.  Animals can be so funny sometimes.

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