Kitty Fever

A lot of people around me are becoming proud new owners of tiny furry felines and I'm feeling the need to join them. Now a normal person wouldn't have a problem seeing cute widdle paws, pink widdle noses and move along with their normal routine unphased. I on the other hand am not quite that normal -evident, I'm sure, by my usage of "widdle"- I've mentioned in passing that I live in a zoo, and at times it sure feels like it. We have of course Bug (a 3 1/2 year old) and Sweetiepeas (a one year old) but we're also home and family to, Busta (a 7 year old), Hannah (a 7 year old), Meg (a 5 year old), Soma (a 5 year old), and Coby (a 4 year old). In reality I DO NOT want any more animals, I'd actually prefer to have two or three less, but obviously we're suckers when it comes to our four legged friends. I am definitely happy with who we have now, they all get along brilliantly and each have such wonderful personalities, I'm just hoping that in the future we can restrain ourselves in the number department.
That brings me back to my most recent bout of kitty fever. Currently Soma is our only cat (which I'm sure makes her happy) -- all of our others being moderately large dogs. I know I'd like to keep it that way, I'm just caught in a moment of weakness.
My new mantra:
I know that I will not go down to a shelter (today or any other day soon), I will not bring home another creature to our already full house and I will not have another widdle *ahem* little mouth to feed (however cute that mouth may be).
I just need to get Hubby Mikey to chant it with me, if we're weak together maybe we can be strong together.

The day for dads

Today is Daddys' Day. A day for all dads to celebrate their dadness. In my family "dadness" refers to a vast knowledge of electronic gadgets, an appreciation for bbq'd foods, and a fondness for sleeping late. These qualities apply to not only my dad, but my husband and my brother too. All three of them are wonderful dads, and each have their own special qualities for fathering.
My dad is a jack of all trades, I don't think I ever lost the "my dad knows everything" point of view (he is definitely my "phone-a-friend"). I call him up for odd questions just about once every other day and almost always he will have something extremely helpful to contribute.
My brother has a patience that is second only to our mom's. With five children and one on the way I suppose patience is a means for sanity, but I'm still wowed how well he keeps his cool.
As for my dear husband Mikey, I don't think I could say enough to do justice concerning his skills as a father. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful father for my children. He is adventurous, cheery, imaginative and childlike (and that's all before he goes to work in the morning). I look forward to each day I spend with him. Watching his interaction with Bug and Sweetiepeas is priceless.
Happy fathers' day fellas, you all deserve the best for what you give to your kids each and every day.