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David dropped a book on the floor this morning. We’ve been having little “conversations” and I’m never sure whether he’s actually talking to me or not. Today, I knew.
“Have you just dropped a book on the floor?”
“Are we having a conversation?”
“Would you like your book back?”
“Would you like some milk?”
“BO!” (“Bo!” is his word for bottle. It’s pronounced with a hard “o!” sound, not “oh”)
We’re not doing too badly for eleven months old, are we? Apart from making a mess in the bathroom and blaming it on “Eh-Rh!” (Eric.) Well, it was blatantly his fault.
I’m participating in the Best Of 2009 Blog Challenge. Every day this month, I write something different about what’s happened this year.
Here goes… the best trip of 2009.
The budget for travel has been a little tight this year, what with a new baby, a new kitten, and a small Fiat to keep fed, sheltered, and healthy. (The most expensive by a mile? My precious, precious car.) We’ve had a few weekends away and days out, mostly to places within driving distance. However, during September, I did manage to lug my camera to London on the train. In the underpass on the way back to the tube from the Science Museum, I came across a troop of Scouts. I imagine they had an enjoyable day out.
The best trip of 2009? Not mine, but somebody else’s, although I was pretty pleased with the resulting photos.
Before David was born, nearly everyone warned us that we’d treat the cats differently when we had a real baby. We were warned to make sure we put a cat-net on the cot, that we shouldn’t allow them to sleep in the same room as him, that we’d have to be extra-cautious about sterilizing everything. Our midwife was horrified that we weren’t “getting rid” of them.
Well, we’ve never really been bothered about germs. The cat-net on the cot lasted for the five minutes before Snowball worked out how to remove it, we let the cats back into the bedroom after ten minutes on the first night home from hospital, and the ten-second rule applies to everything that touches the floor in this house. Joe goes by the mantra “if it hasn’t got cat hair on it, it’s probably OK.” Snowball is fed on the side in the kitchen, otherwise the boys jump on her, and we keep a litter tray in the kitchen, too. We clean the side and the floor pretty regularly, and make sure we disinfect the side before preparing food (which, to be honest, I’d do anyway.) There is a frequent exchange of toys, especially balls, between cats and baby: we just make sure that none of the cat toys are a choking hazard, as they’re pretty much guaranteed to end up in someone’s mouth.
Now, I know that there’s a school of thought that says you should keep pets, especially cats, away from children whilst they sleep. We never had a problem with Snowball or Wily sleeping in the Moses basket or the cot when David was tiny, although there were occasions where Snowball would sleep next to David on the sofa. They still don’t really go near him, especially now that he’s big enough to chase them and pull their tails. Until this morning, Eric hadn’t shown any interest in sleeping in the cot, either.
I caught him there when I went to collect David from his nap. Well, he’s certainly showing interest now. It’s in a nice, warm spot, and the duvet is soft and comfortable. There are snuggly soft toys, including Mini-Eric. It’s not easily David-accessible unless we put him there, and Snowball and Wily have never slept there or marked it.
You know what? I’m not going to bow down to pressure or paranoia on this one. The stories about cats smothering babies are clearly an old wives’ tale: no cat would ever go near those grabby hands. (Eric, certainly, would not sleep within reach of David.). David, meanwhile, is clearly benefitting from growing up so close to these three beautiful creatures: he is mostly very gentle, and he can now say “puss!” and “miaow”. I want him to wake up to a cat sleeping on the end of his bed, like I did with Jenny and Charlie. One of the reasons that we got Eric when we did was that so he and David could grow up side-by-side, and I’m so very glad they are.
Unusually, all three cats were in the mood for posing yesterday. Here they are, in all their feline glory.
First to pose was Snowball. This is especially unusual, as she’s incredibly camera-shy. She tolerated me for ten minutes or so before stalking off to bug the crap out of her big brother.
Next was Eric. He is most definitely not camera-shy, but he has the attention-span of a knat. I’m trying to take a picture of Eric (and David!) every day, to document how he’s growing.
And here is Wily, the posiest poser of all. He knew full well that I was taking all of these photos, but kept posing until I was done.
I love these cats to bits. Any more need saying?