Cade loves living at Gwandma Penny’s house. He knows he isn’t allowed to just traipse up the stairs any time and bug them without being invited, so if he thinks Mom and Dad are being boring (What?! Having a Harry Potter marathon is NOT boring. Caden calls Mommy and Daddy Harry Potter – in a British accent, I swear – because we are both wearing glasses when we watch it) he’ll stand at the bottom of the stairs and bellow up, “Gwandma! I wanna come up! Taden’s comin up!”) And he’s usually welcome to. :) [Pic: Caden Potter]
Hairy and Bobbi survived the move, but HATED the drive up. They were sharing a super-jumbo dog carrier, cuz they’re a little hefty, and Bobbi wsa on top of Hairy and they were both crying and I couldn’t shift my car into 4th gear because they were sitting on it and it was awkward and my armpits were sweating and prickling and I felt so bad for them and I kept saying “Mommy’s sorry, Mommy’s sorry, I’ll give you brave girls some string cheese, just hang in there Lovers!” They barely made it.
Hairy had a mental breakdown behind water storage, but they both seem to be bouncing back. I’m so proud of them. And Bobbi’s stopped eating her pubes, which is a monumental feat for the feline. I really think living with Whit made her eat them. Seriously. She started eating them when she moved in, stopped when we left. Odd cat. Don’t feel bad Whit!
The place is kind of like a snow cave, and despite the fact its 90 degrees out, I’m usually wearing a hoodie inside. This is not because I am underweight or have an eating disorder. This is because I am tender and the AC works super great.
There are tarantulas that live outside. I saw a baby one when we were moving in, and I’m like GREAT! HAPPY MOVING IN DAY, BRIE! LET’S GO PASS OUT FROM FRIGHT NOW AND THEN HATE YOUR LIFE LATER. There are also raccoons and mountain lions (but they should stay up higher in the mountains) and deer and stuff. When Cade wants to play in the backyard, he doesn’t say he wants to play outside, but rather he wants to play “IN THE WOODS.” Even he’s noticed how wild it is up there. So I’m a little freaked but coping.
Brandon is now in school a ton, and between working, I don’t see my mate until about 8 every night, which is super depressing and weird. This is gonna be tough!
Baby #2 is the size of a kidney bean and still hates blueberries. I don’t really know much more about it/her/him. It still doesn’t have any junk.