There's not really much news here. My biggest joy lately is my new French coffee press, a birthday present, which I LOVE and use all the time. I will gladly rave more specifically about it, if well compensated by Bodun. My biggest challenge lately is dealing with a neighborhood cat who apparently thinks our yard is chock-full of nicely mulched litterboxes. After some hours of Internet research, I've learned that I need either to spend an obscene amount of money on an ultrasonic repellent system, or sprinkle one of various suggested blends (of citrus peel, cayenne pepper, mothballs, lavender, dried-blood fertilizer, or hyena or lion poop - and none of those are jokes) on top of the dirtied dirt. That, or stick plastic forks in the ground, tines up, close enough together so that the cat can't get its little pooper down to the ground to do its business. Obviously, none of these are going to happen, meaning that I will have to resign myself to special surprises while gardening, and possibly not being able to garden while pregnant? Maybe not being able to eat from our herb garden, either. All of this has intensified my dislike of cats and reinvigorated my resolve never to have a pet, including an equally gross, but somehow more lovable, canine. I hesitate to say this to an audience of dog lovers... but I'll just pretend I'm writing only for Elizabeth, who only half-tries to love dogs, and only about half the time.
In family events news, we had an enjoyable Fourth weekend, starting off with the Irving parade (before and after photos shown.) This year's candy haul was enjoyable, as was the family next to us who had boos and sassy comments ("No thanks, I like my taxes low!") for the 'Vote for Obama' and 'Irving Democrats' floats. We spent the afternoon in my parents' pool, then went to the Las Colinas fireworks show. Charlie was very sweet - he watched the show until he fell asleep! Luke was not so sweet, trying to join some big boys he saw climbing a nearby fire hydrant ("I just want to play shenanigans!") and throwing a tantrum that made John miss half the show.
The next day, we headed to the Fort Worth stockyards for a Wild West show. Although the shooting worried Luke, he has since been very interested in cowboy life and gear. We also had to get out the baby boots for Charles. I think we already have this year's Halloween costumes picked out.
Last night we had a random and fun rainstorm. We played out in it and wrote our names on the driveway in wet chalk to make colored water (Luke requested I add our assigned Jungle Book alter egos.)