I’m not sure how it got to be October. I suspect I was around for June, July, August and September, but it all went so fast I’m not sure I can remember details. We got all of T’s stuff moved over, and a very small portion of it put away. We need bookshelves galore, and that requires a trip to Ikea, which requires steeling myself in the most profound way. (Last time I was there I was 8 months pregnant with Bug, and told Rick that if he didn’t find me an exit NOW, I was going out the second-story plate glass window. He didn’t find one, but I did. And no one had to die, which was the miracle of that story.)
Anyway, it’s October. (For those of you in the cooler climes, you should know that I just signed Bug up for his second set of swim lessons. The pool’s heated, but it’s outdoor.) That means I have actually started thinking about Christmas presents. (I know, but I’m not going to stop using that language just because some of you have delicate eyes.) I have picked out a pattern for the shawl and the scarf, and have purchased shawl yarn. Behold:
The cats are settling in just fine.
Dream and Icicle, or as I like to call them, Trouble and The Other One.
And for today’s moment of cuteness, T just put his fedora on Bug and took him in to the bathroom to look in the mirror. T said, do you look cute or super cute? Bug said I look SUPER cute!