We’re house-sitting, the children (and K) and I. This means that Grace has found out about cats, and that Sam has, remarkably for the first time, found out about cats’ claws.
He ran to me and burst into tears, showing me a scratch on his arm. I hadn’t seen the cat, so at first I didn’t know what had happened. But when I realized there were actually two or three scratches, and they were swelling a little, I had a suspicion–and when he ran away from her the next time she showed up, I knew. He’s all fixed up with Calendula, a band-aid, and lots of kisses. Also a movie.
The other thing Cassie’s house means is more stairs. Today Grace climbed up about half a dozen steps with her aunt spotting. When she got to the top, she crawled to me, and for the first time she crawled upright instead of with her belly on the floor.
Help my baby isn’t a baby anymore.