Isabelle chose her outfit for today. She says these pants are “jazzy”. That’s my girl.
She has inherited the Kailholz gene of tossing her head to the side when a picture is taken.
I don’t know what we did right, but Isabelle loves school, doesn’t cry or whine or cling. She strutted in there today like she owns the place.
She patiently waited in her cubby for class to begin. And when I said I was leaving, she said, “Bye, Mommy” and went on with a craft. Humph. I have drilled independence into her head from day one, so I shouldn’t be surprised when she turns away and doesn’t need me. I’m proud of her.
While picking up medical forms at the pediatrician’s office, I saw a stray cat. He came over and loved on me, I took him over to the car to show Isabelle (Lorelei was asleep) and that cat climbed into Isabelle’s lap and we brought him home. I am not planning on keeping him (Hear that? That’s a big sigh of relief from my in-laws) so I am putting his picture up here so that any one in the area can check him out. Nancy, want a cat?
He’s sweet and calm. But he’s not thrilled with Nellie or the other cats. He’s found a nice hiding spot between our washer and dryer. He has beautiful markings…his chin is black, making him look like he is smirking. Any takers?