This last week has been insane. From being just plain busy to trying to have a little "me time" to finding out my ex-husband married a grandma and now my friend Sara is engaged and Ooie has to have knee surgery and be out of work for a long time. Just a crazy, crazy week.
As luck would have it, Charlie is off for the next 13 days. Thank goodness. We have so much still to do. Like, I dunno... painting the bedroom. I know, you're going "Damn Kimi.. You aren't done painting yet!?" No. Humor me.. I'm short. I can't even reach the top molding while on a step stool, so I need Charlie's help. haha Hailey's bedroom ceiling could use another coat of primer. Otherwise, it's been done for ages. My office has been done for ages and we finished the dining area and 99% of the living room before the wedding. There is a small area of wall that needs attention. I want to finish that and then paint the bedroom so we can move furniture all over the house again.
I dread the bathroom. In fact, I may just leave it alone for a while longer. My landlady needs to step it up and fix the bathtub tile. It's actually starting to kinda piss me off. I think I've waited long enough and been pretty dang nice about it - maybe too nice for that matter. Don't even get me started again on the monstrosity that is the painted over, wallpapered walls. *sigh*
And then Taa-Daa! We can get to work on Hailey's playroom - finally! I'm so excited about it! It's right next to my office and it's a much bigger area to spread her toys out in. I really want to separate her room and play time so she better understands when it's bed time. It's too easy for her to get out of bed and play with her toys when she should be sleeping.
And then there is just general work, work, work. From regular commissions to IMVU stuff to looking for a job outside of the house, I am just so freaking busy. In fact, I'm typing this with wet hair when I should be in the bathroom drying it so we can go grocery shopping. Heehee
And tomorrow is finally Saturday! I'm so excited! I miss Hailey bunches. Thinking of taking her to the park tomorrow if it's not blazing hot. Otherwise, we'll just play outside at home a bit under the big tree. No idea what to feed her tomorrow. I hate grocery shopping these days. I'm still so in the habit of wanting to pick up stuff that I'd normally get for her and then remember she won't be around to eat or drink it anyways. Heck, I even made her a sippy cup a few days ago not thinking. It's been a while since I did that and it got me really upset.
*Eyes clock* Okay, okay.. I need to finish getting ready and get outta here!
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I Suck at This Friendship Thing
I've been sort of going over all of this in my mind the last few days. Last week, Cheyenne writes me up because she sees me lurking on MySpace. Her boyfriend [and our friend] Ooie was working all night, she was bored and so she asked me if I wanted to go get something to eat. It's the first real chance I've had to be sociable without Charlie included [okay, there was that one time Sara invited me to her mini get together across the street, but being that I don't really drink nor have a ton in common with those people, it wasn't exactly earth shattering fun].
I made up an excuse not to hang out with her. I didn't lie or anything - just made up an excuse. I told her I didn't really have the money right now to go out to eat and well, that's true because I really don't. But that doesn't mean she and I couldn't just hang out or something. She probably would have come and picked me up and us go hang out - just us girls. But so many things flooded my mind and stopped me.
I feel horrible when I do fun stuff without Charlie. He works so hard to provide for us. I know he's miserable at his job. How unfair is it if I run off during the day to hang out with friends? He doesn't get to do that as much as he'd like to. So I don't feel right going off to have fun without him. I'm sure he'd love to go hang out with our friends.
So I didn't go out. Part of me just didn't feel like it anyways. I was in my pajamas [okay, unless I'm leaving the house, I'm always in my pajamas lol] and something just clicked and I didn't go. I could have made alternate suggestions for stuff that didn't require money. But I didn't, and I am very sorry Cheyenne. It really had nothing to do with you. I guess it was a weird day for me.
I made up an excuse not to hang out with her. I didn't lie or anything - just made up an excuse. I told her I didn't really have the money right now to go out to eat and well, that's true because I really don't. But that doesn't mean she and I couldn't just hang out or something. She probably would have come and picked me up and us go hang out - just us girls. But so many things flooded my mind and stopped me.
I feel horrible when I do fun stuff without Charlie. He works so hard to provide for us. I know he's miserable at his job. How unfair is it if I run off during the day to hang out with friends? He doesn't get to do that as much as he'd like to. So I don't feel right going off to have fun without him. I'm sure he'd love to go hang out with our friends.
So I didn't go out. Part of me just didn't feel like it anyways. I was in my pajamas [okay, unless I'm leaving the house, I'm always in my pajamas lol] and something just clicked and I didn't go. I could have made alternate suggestions for stuff that didn't require money. But I didn't, and I am very sorry Cheyenne. It really had nothing to do with you. I guess it was a weird day for me.
Oh AT&T, Give Me a Break
The AT&T call center Charlie works for is cutting down its hours of operation. Starting September 13th, they will only be open until 11pm during the week, 2:30am on Saturdays and 12am on Sundays. They will also open later.
Fortunately, this won't affect how many hours Charlie works and he'll still work full time. However, it definitely ruins his hours. Right now, he works 6pm until 3am. We've always been able to get stuff done during the day if need be before he had to go to work and now we'll no longer really have that luxury.
This is but a step in the direction of closing the place completely. I'm really unhappy about it. We all know it's coming. Charlie has been putting applications in elsewhere but nothing seems to be biting. I hate where we live. I wish I could just pick us all up and make one big, drastic move elsewhere. But with the custody battle on-going and money being beyond the definition of tight, that will never happen.
Something big and good has to happen soon. I know it will. I can feel it and I have to stay positive about it.
Fortunately, this won't affect how many hours Charlie works and he'll still work full time. However, it definitely ruins his hours. Right now, he works 6pm until 3am. We've always been able to get stuff done during the day if need be before he had to go to work and now we'll no longer really have that luxury.
This is but a step in the direction of closing the place completely. I'm really unhappy about it. We all know it's coming. Charlie has been putting applications in elsewhere but nothing seems to be biting. I hate where we live. I wish I could just pick us all up and make one big, drastic move elsewhere. But with the custody battle on-going and money being beyond the definition of tight, that will never happen.
Something big and good has to happen soon. I know it will. I can feel it and I have to stay positive about it.
I Hate Arguments
Charlie and I got into a pretty big fight about an hour ago. I'm pretty upset about it. We pretty much never fight - maybe the occasional disagreement [who doesn't disagree at some point?] but nothing like this. This was... heartbreaking.
It's mostly my fault. I was really into what I was doing. Basically, I broke this blog and quite badly I might add. I was really upset, flustered and emotional over it. I was desperately trying to fix it when he started asking me why I was upset. I told him that I didn't want to talk about it and that I'd broken my blog. Except then he kept pushing, asking me no less than a minute later what it was I'd broken. I snapped at him and told him again that I didn't want to talk about it. But I got rather ugly. I'm not gonna lie and I'm not going to sugar-coat it. I gave him a very bad attitude and I'm pretty sure I cursed at him.
He got really upset and he yelled at me. He left the room and we continued to yell at each other from across the house. He told me to "keep pushing it" and I felt fire fill my eyes. I do not like to be challenged, threatened nor spoken to in that way. I spent 3 years letting my ex husband do that and Charlie of all people should know better than to use that kind of talk with me. I recall challenging him right back, asking what he "was going to do about it". But I grew tired of the pissing contest and I was beyond the level of my tolerance at that point so I simply I left my office and went into the bedroom and locked the door.
I didn't cry. I thought I was going to, but I was too mad to cry. I turned the TV on and I slouched back in bed. I began to weigh my options. I was mad enough to shower, get dressed to go out and walk out the door but then I remembered that I don't have a car of my own. I use his mom's car whenever I need to go places and I wouldn't feel right taking her car just because I was angry and wanted to drive for a little while. Then I realized I really didn't need to be wasting money on gas just because I was upset. So I just sat in my bedroom for a while longer, watching The Man in the Iron Mask [the one with Leonardo DiCaprio].
Eventually, I decided to slink out of my room to the kitchen. Charlie was sitting in the living room, eating and watching TV himself. I didn't look him in the eye - I simply walked past him. I was still too angry to speak to him. I went into the kitchen and poured myself some tea and walked back to my bedroom in silence - half hoping he'd be the one to say something first. But he didn't, and I closed the bedroom door and locked it behind me. I wrote Charlie a text message [3 actually] telling him that I loved him, was sorry but that I wouldn't accept him speaking to me that way. I don't know if he's even gotten it with our poor reception in this house, but he's not said a word. I stayed in my room for 15 minutes more until I was completely cooled off.
I needed to get the blog fixed. It was going to bother me so I went back through the living room and into my office. I got the blog fixed and here I sit. Charlie is still in the living room watching television. We've still not spoken. I feel this huge knot in my stomach and heart. We never fight like this. All of this over something incredibly stupid and because I was overly emotional. Sure, he's at fault too... but it really was my fault.
And now I'm even more pissed off because he left a MySpace status message of how he's "done trying. I am completely finished with everyone and everything" - whatever that's supposed to mean. He tends to say it a lot when he's angry and it can be in reference to anything he's angry at. But that's not the part that has me pissed off. It's that immediately, this girl rushes to his aid, asking him what's wrong because she wants to be there to try to suck her way back into his life.
Charlie was interested in this girl before he met me. He was for a long time and she dragged him around through the mud and played his heart repeatedly. She made her choice and she is with another guy now but I notice she tries to play on Charlie's emotions a lot - even since we've been married. It's so silly and I don't understand why she does it. She doesn't speak to him daily. She doesn't ask how he's doing. She doesn't care. She just wants to know the drama and to try to weasle her way in by using it.
Anyways... I'm going to go try to talk to him. I don't want to spend the whole day like this.
Edit: We both said our sorries. Apparently Charlie wasn't as mad as I thought and a lot of the yelling was because he went to get a piece of cake and ended up dropping the whole thing on the floor. Bye bye Anniversary Cake. :(
It's mostly my fault. I was really into what I was doing. Basically, I broke this blog and quite badly I might add. I was really upset, flustered and emotional over it. I was desperately trying to fix it when he started asking me why I was upset. I told him that I didn't want to talk about it and that I'd broken my blog. Except then he kept pushing, asking me no less than a minute later what it was I'd broken. I snapped at him and told him again that I didn't want to talk about it. But I got rather ugly. I'm not gonna lie and I'm not going to sugar-coat it. I gave him a very bad attitude and I'm pretty sure I cursed at him.
He got really upset and he yelled at me. He left the room and we continued to yell at each other from across the house. He told me to "keep pushing it" and I felt fire fill my eyes. I do not like to be challenged, threatened nor spoken to in that way. I spent 3 years letting my ex husband do that and Charlie of all people should know better than to use that kind of talk with me. I recall challenging him right back, asking what he "was going to do about it". But I grew tired of the pissing contest and I was beyond the level of my tolerance at that point so I simply I left my office and went into the bedroom and locked the door.
I didn't cry. I thought I was going to, but I was too mad to cry. I turned the TV on and I slouched back in bed. I began to weigh my options. I was mad enough to shower, get dressed to go out and walk out the door but then I remembered that I don't have a car of my own. I use his mom's car whenever I need to go places and I wouldn't feel right taking her car just because I was angry and wanted to drive for a little while. Then I realized I really didn't need to be wasting money on gas just because I was upset. So I just sat in my bedroom for a while longer, watching The Man in the Iron Mask [the one with Leonardo DiCaprio].
Eventually, I decided to slink out of my room to the kitchen. Charlie was sitting in the living room, eating and watching TV himself. I didn't look him in the eye - I simply walked past him. I was still too angry to speak to him. I went into the kitchen and poured myself some tea and walked back to my bedroom in silence - half hoping he'd be the one to say something first. But he didn't, and I closed the bedroom door and locked it behind me. I wrote Charlie a text message [3 actually] telling him that I loved him, was sorry but that I wouldn't accept him speaking to me that way. I don't know if he's even gotten it with our poor reception in this house, but he's not said a word. I stayed in my room for 15 minutes more until I was completely cooled off.
I needed to get the blog fixed. It was going to bother me so I went back through the living room and into my office. I got the blog fixed and here I sit. Charlie is still in the living room watching television. We've still not spoken. I feel this huge knot in my stomach and heart. We never fight like this. All of this over something incredibly stupid and because I was overly emotional. Sure, he's at fault too... but it really was my fault.
And now I'm even more pissed off because he left a MySpace status message of how he's "done trying. I am completely finished with everyone and everything" - whatever that's supposed to mean. He tends to say it a lot when he's angry and it can be in reference to anything he's angry at. But that's not the part that has me pissed off. It's that immediately, this girl rushes to his aid, asking him what's wrong because she wants to be there to try to suck her way back into his life.
Charlie was interested in this girl before he met me. He was for a long time and she dragged him around through the mud and played his heart repeatedly. She made her choice and she is with another guy now but I notice she tries to play on Charlie's emotions a lot - even since we've been married. It's so silly and I don't understand why she does it. She doesn't speak to him daily. She doesn't ask how he's doing. She doesn't care. She just wants to know the drama and to try to weasle her way in by using it.
Anyways... I'm going to go try to talk to him. I don't want to spend the whole day like this.
Edit: We both said our sorries. Apparently Charlie wasn't as mad as I thought and a lot of the yelling was because he went to get a piece of cake and ended up dropping the whole thing on the floor. Bye bye Anniversary Cake. :(
Birthday Wishes
Today is our friend Brandy's birthday. [Happy birthday by the way!] I mentioned to Charlie that I didn't really care about what we did or didn't do for my birthday this year, so long as I had a decent day. And let's face it... it's not hard to make it a decent day in comparison to my birthday last year where my ex husband decided he didn't like my attitude and literally punished me by sending me to my bedroom. Yeah.. wish I were joking.
Every year, my best friend Chris makes me dinner - or at least, that's the general plan. It's usually me telling him "Hey, you owe me birthday dinner" and I go to his house to hang out and eat food and once upon a story, I used to stay the night and sleep on his couch. Incidentally, this can occur whether it be September (my birth month) or any other month of the year. Last year was no exception except for once, I planned to go hang out with him on my actual birthday because it wasn't like my ex husband was going to do a damn thing for me. Of course then my husband punished me and I wasn't allowed to go.
Well Charlie knows all of this. He knows that way back in the day I had a thing for Chris. He knows I've slept over on his couch a multitude of times. But yet he looks at me and here's how the conversation goes...
We don't really have the money to do anything big this year. In fact, I'm pretty sure Charlie will have to work. I just want to be able to have a nice day. I want it to be a happy day that I get to spend with him and Hailey. That's all I really need.
[By the way, my birthday isn't until September 14th so we've got a ways to go yet.]
Every year, my best friend Chris makes me dinner - or at least, that's the general plan. It's usually me telling him "Hey, you owe me birthday dinner" and I go to his house to hang out and eat food and once upon a story, I used to stay the night and sleep on his couch. Incidentally, this can occur whether it be September (my birth month) or any other month of the year. Last year was no exception except for once, I planned to go hang out with him on my actual birthday because it wasn't like my ex husband was going to do a damn thing for me. Of course then my husband punished me and I wasn't allowed to go.
Well Charlie knows all of this. He knows that way back in the day I had a thing for Chris. He knows I've slept over on his couch a multitude of times. But yet he looks at me and here's how the conversation goes...
"You can even go hang out with Chris on your birthday if you want and sleep over."Oops. I guess Charlie does have a point. That is pretty bad that I did that but nothing really happened. Either way, I don't think it's appropriate for me to go sleep over at another man's house - even if he's okay with it. I remember when Joe and I were dating and I went to hang out with Chris one night and he drove me home and I didn't let him come inside to use the bathroom. Joe didn't know him and it didn't feel right. *shrugs*
"Heeeeelllllll naw.. I'm a married woman!"
"Well that didn't stop you from sleeping over at his house while you were married to Joe."
-----Pause-----
"Well that was different. I'm happily married now and I don't feel the need to get out of the house to get away from anyone."
We don't really have the money to do anything big this year. In fact, I'm pretty sure Charlie will have to work. I just want to be able to have a nice day. I want it to be a happy day that I get to spend with him and Hailey. That's all I really need.
[By the way, my birthday isn't until September 14th so we've got a ways to go yet.]
To Want or Not to Want More Children - That is the Question
I was doing some blog hopping when I came across an interview on a blog called Blessed Quiver about a lady named Kelly. She did a guest posting and shared her story of her 3 children and how badly she wanted more children - while her husband did not. I read the story aloud to Charlie because the topic really struck me hard for some reason.
I should go on record by saying I don't have a fabulous track record with children. I had my first child at 19 and to say that I was unprepared for motherhood is an understatement. Through a long and dramatic process, my mother weasled her way into gaining custody of my first child. He's turning 5 this year. I can sadly and honestly say that I didn't fight hard enough for him. I didn't do what I was supposed to in order to continue being his mother. I wasn't ready to fill those shoes and as much as I [what's a better word for hate?] my mother I know he's in a lot of ways, better off with her.
The custody battle over my daughter has been no less than excrutiating. I made some poor choices that in some ways I don't regret. Leaving my ex husband, walking out that door and taking her someplace safe was the right decision. It may not have been the best or most legal choice I could have made, but it was right for her and I both. But now I have my back against the wall as I am told by the family court system when to jump and how high. I've cleared every hurdle - sometimes just barely, but I have fought my damn hardest and I will not stop until my daughter is home where she belongs.
Getting a little more on track, I've come to realize that I'm not mother of the year. I don't know if I want more children or if I even deserve more children for that matter. From my experiences with the custody battle, I have learned that anyone can just swoop in with a bunch of lies and false statements from others and turn your entire world upside down. And it doesn't even matter if you prove them to be lying. It doesn't even matter if they admit to it. Your past mistakes are enough to condemn you and they make you go through the whole process anyways. It's left me wondering if I'm up to the challenge - if I even want to risk having to ever go through this heart-wrenching tale again by having more children.
But unlike Kelly's husband, mine does want a lot of children. He's an only child and has always wanted a big family. He loves children - which was obvious to me from the moment he met my daughter. He wants as many as we can afford financially and mentally - and as many as my body can stand to carry. The real kicker is that my husband is possibly infertile and I use possibly only because I don't want to think he's definitely infertile although it's extremly likely.
When Charlie mentions it, I get upset. I don't know if I ever want more children, but what if I do? Is the answer just No? If in a year from now I decided I wanted to start adding to our family, is it potentially impossible? Although I don't know if I want more, I'd like to know that it's at least an option.
I should explain that Charlie suffers from gigantism. He had a tumor on his petuitary when he was younger and had it removed as a teenager. He has to have a testosterone shot every 2 weeks as a result. Testosterone shots ultimately cause men to have a lower sperm count and let's just say that Charlie has been on them for a very long time now. So like I said, it's entirely possible that he's infertile now.
We made the agreement that if by some chance Hailey was not returned to us, we would not have any more children. I can't see having more children if I don't have her. I look at her little face and I say to myself "She's enough for me." I'll probably feel differentlty down the road. She'll get older and she won't need me as much and I'll begin to feel the baby burn once more - but that's only if I have her.
Sometimes I stop at Hailey's bedroom door and I just stand there, knowing she's not on the other side of it. When she's not here, there is a terrible void in my home. She completes this family and I don't feel like anything is missing so long as she's here with us. But I've spent the last almost 7 months now without her home - just taking each brief visitation I'm given one at a time. I can't say it's all been bad. As much as I hate to admit it, it's given me a chance to really find myself - figure out who I really am apart from being Hailey's mom. Then again, it's also led me to the conclusion... I AM HAILEY'S MOM. That's who I really am - first and foremost. I've experienced the world around me and that's really it for me.
I just don't know yet if I can be another child's mom on top of it. If I decided to and Charlie is really infertile, what are my options? Specialists, donors, adoption? Those things are so expensive. Is that really the route I'll have to take? It makes me desire having more children even less - and that's pretty sad. How does Charlie feel about all of this? If it came down to it, I'd do it - but only if it's what he really wanted.
I should go on record by saying I don't have a fabulous track record with children. I had my first child at 19 and to say that I was unprepared for motherhood is an understatement. Through a long and dramatic process, my mother weasled her way into gaining custody of my first child. He's turning 5 this year. I can sadly and honestly say that I didn't fight hard enough for him. I didn't do what I was supposed to in order to continue being his mother. I wasn't ready to fill those shoes and as much as I [what's a better word for hate?] my mother I know he's in a lot of ways, better off with her.
The custody battle over my daughter has been no less than excrutiating. I made some poor choices that in some ways I don't regret. Leaving my ex husband, walking out that door and taking her someplace safe was the right decision. It may not have been the best or most legal choice I could have made, but it was right for her and I both. But now I have my back against the wall as I am told by the family court system when to jump and how high. I've cleared every hurdle - sometimes just barely, but I have fought my damn hardest and I will not stop until my daughter is home where she belongs.
Getting a little more on track, I've come to realize that I'm not mother of the year. I don't know if I want more children or if I even deserve more children for that matter. From my experiences with the custody battle, I have learned that anyone can just swoop in with a bunch of lies and false statements from others and turn your entire world upside down. And it doesn't even matter if you prove them to be lying. It doesn't even matter if they admit to it. Your past mistakes are enough to condemn you and they make you go through the whole process anyways. It's left me wondering if I'm up to the challenge - if I even want to risk having to ever go through this heart-wrenching tale again by having more children.
But unlike Kelly's husband, mine does want a lot of children. He's an only child and has always wanted a big family. He loves children - which was obvious to me from the moment he met my daughter. He wants as many as we can afford financially and mentally - and as many as my body can stand to carry. The real kicker is that my husband is possibly infertile and I use possibly only because I don't want to think he's definitely infertile although it's extremly likely.
When Charlie mentions it, I get upset. I don't know if I ever want more children, but what if I do? Is the answer just No? If in a year from now I decided I wanted to start adding to our family, is it potentially impossible? Although I don't know if I want more, I'd like to know that it's at least an option.
I should explain that Charlie suffers from gigantism. He had a tumor on his petuitary when he was younger and had it removed as a teenager. He has to have a testosterone shot every 2 weeks as a result. Testosterone shots ultimately cause men to have a lower sperm count and let's just say that Charlie has been on them for a very long time now. So like I said, it's entirely possible that he's infertile now.
We made the agreement that if by some chance Hailey was not returned to us, we would not have any more children. I can't see having more children if I don't have her. I look at her little face and I say to myself "She's enough for me." I'll probably feel differentlty down the road. She'll get older and she won't need me as much and I'll begin to feel the baby burn once more - but that's only if I have her.
Sometimes I stop at Hailey's bedroom door and I just stand there, knowing she's not on the other side of it. When she's not here, there is a terrible void in my home. She completes this family and I don't feel like anything is missing so long as she's here with us. But I've spent the last almost 7 months now without her home - just taking each brief visitation I'm given one at a time. I can't say it's all been bad. As much as I hate to admit it, it's given me a chance to really find myself - figure out who I really am apart from being Hailey's mom. Then again, it's also led me to the conclusion... I AM HAILEY'S MOM. That's who I really am - first and foremost. I've experienced the world around me and that's really it for me.
I just don't know yet if I can be another child's mom on top of it. If I decided to and Charlie is really infertile, what are my options? Specialists, donors, adoption? Those things are so expensive. Is that really the route I'll have to take? It makes me desire having more children even less - and that's pretty sad. How does Charlie feel about all of this? If it came down to it, I'd do it - but only if it's what he really wanted.
The Usual Suspects
My name is Kimberly Rose, but you can call me Kimi. I'm 23 years old and I am a work at home mom. I'm originally from New Orleans, Louisiana but despite living there for the first 11 years of my life, I still call Colorado "home". I did most of my real growing up there. I have been doing graphic design and web development for the last 6 years. I'm not particularly fantastic, but I really enjoy the work. I develop 3D content for the virtual world of IMVU. It's currently my main job focus.
I'm a high school graduate and a college drop-out. Hopefully I'll have the chance to go back to school in the next couple of years for something I'm really interested in - rather that going to school because my parents are forcing me to.
Charlie is my fantastic husband. He's 33 years old and originally from Richfield Springs, New York. He suffers from gigantism and is 6 feet, 8 inches tall. We make a fun pair.He has an Associate's Degree in Criminal Justice with a minor is Forensics. Unfortunately, that gets you nowhere in the small town we live in. So until something better comes along, Charlie works for AT&T Wireless 411. It's a crappy job, but it pays the bills.
I'm lucky in that my husband has this amazing passion for so many things in life - criminal justice, security, cooking and most importantly - family. It takes an incredible man to not only fall in love with a woman who has been through a lot emotionally, but to fall in love with her special needs child.
Hailey is the glue that holds this family together. She's my 2 1/2 year old daughter and the most amazing toddler I could ever imagine. She's so well behaved that it scares me.Despite being diagnosed with Autism in February 2009, Hailey continues to improve and is sure to win your heart with just one smile. She's incredibly intelligent and has a vibrant glow about her and spectacular taste for life. She has so many quirks and it's what I love about her most.
Hailey loves jumping! It's her absolute favorite pastime. If you've got a bouncy chair nearby, you're sure to find her on it. She loves looking at books and being read to. She loves puzzle time on Noggin and watching TV with her mommy.
Cinders is my adopted, fuzzy son. He's our male, bombay cat. At a whopping 15 pounds, he's my fat and annoying house cat. He's highly intelligent - too smart for his own good if you ask me. He knows he owns us and he makes sure to remind us every day at feeding time. Cinders is more of a dog, really. He will play fetch, come when he's called and listens to several commands.
Talking is what Cinders does best. This cat almost never stops meowing. He loves to "talk" about his day with us - particularly in the morning. Above all, he's mommy's special boy. He loves to snuggle on his own terms and is always there to give love and even kitty kisses!
Flora is the true baby of the family. She's our 1 1/2 year old purebred miniature daschund and what I like to call my red-headed step child. At 9 1/2 pounds, she's fully grown! Flora was the runt of her litter, but don't let that fool you. Despite her size, she can kick your butt (trust me, she whoops up on her brother, Cinders all the time.) She loves to play fetch and bask in the sun. Running around outside is what she does best - apart from sleeping. She's usually found wrestling with Cinders or hiding under a pile of blankets somewhere, snoozing.
