Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Cat Chat

Eli and I both have been home sick all through the long weekend. There's been lots of snuggling, nose wiping, medicine measuring, and undertones of grumpiness in our home.

Today, during a short snuggle session, I asked if he would like to have another cat someday. We had our beloved cat, Puck, put to sleep just 2 weeks ago. He was 16 and had a heart condition and a few other complications. It's been hardest on me, I think, since Puck was my baby even before I was married, and long before Eli entered my life.

Anyhoo, Eli said that he thinks we should get another cat. (Now to convince my husband!) I asked Eli if he liked any certain color of fur, thinking that he'd say he prefers black, since Puck was a black cat (with green eyes). Think again! Eli thought for a moment, then replied, "I think we need a green cat. I never saw a green one before. We could see him in the dark, even!" Green has always been Eli's favorite color. I should have known that his love of green would enter the realm of cat selection.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

My "Shorty"

Disclaimer: This is my very first post/entry. I've never blogged before.

I plan to keep the focus of this blog on my son, Eli. He turned 3 at the end of December. He is my only child, so as a first-time mother I often consider hiring a camera crew to follow him around in order to capture and catalog all of the memories and events that my aging mind just cannot process and remember fully. I have a feeling that most of my entries/posts will revolve around silly comments he makes about the world around him. So...here goes!

Eli is my one and only. And as most first-time mothers do, I often keep track of his daily servings of grains, fruits, veggies, and proteins (as well as a full-time working mother can, I suppose). Apparently he knows just how important healthy eating is for his body. On Sunday afternoon when he pooped in the potty, he insisted that I come into the bathroom to examine the poop with him.

**Warning: If you read my blog, you're going to hear a great deal about pee, poop, and everything else that may pertain to a 3-year old boy. Don't say I didn't warn you!**

So I play along. I gaze intently into the toilet right alongside him. Then, with a very serious/concerned look on his face, he says, "Mommy, I think I need to be eating more fruits and vegetables. My poop looks funny."

Ah, such a serious little boy, full of adult insight. Perhaps if we were all examining our poop that closely, we'd be leading healthier lives. Just a thought.