mac is picking fights with me. ahhhh night before school starts back, I hate you.

I am going to type up our chore chart and I think I am doing some sticker thing with it. I need something to track him pulling shit like fighting about baths and bedtime, he's going to start losing computer and ds time because of it.

Definitely worth a try. My brother and SIL adopted the red-yellow-green light thing the preschool did for home as well, but that might be a little too unsophisticated for mac at this point (still works with D, but he's used to it and it has become more nuanced as he's aged, and tied into a more complicated rewards system that affects his allowance.) For a while there, a greenlight day for T was one where he bit no one.

I'm cooking another of my sous kitchen meals. House smells good.

Not thinking about tomorrow or tomorrow's outfit yet, though I really should, because I have to leave the house at 6:45 for a dr's appointment.

Watching trash tv and playing fetch with avon and a rubber band. He's going on two hours with this thing. Not counting last night, when he espied the rubber band holding a sheaf of index cards, grabbed it with his teeth, jumped off the coffee table and jogged down the hallway and into the office with the index cards hanging from his mouth. I would have stopped him sooner but I had to get the camera!

He's still kittenish in age, yeah? Loki's gonna be two and...I'm glad the new iPod has a camera, so I can document some of the shit he pulls. Including the crying at the door. And the paper shredding.

Can't Hardly Wait is on TV. Wow, everyone was in this movie.

I fell asleep and when I woke up I couldn't tell if it was still Sunday evening or in the middle of the night. I am a little relieved that it is, in fact, still Sunday evening.

My cat is complaining about her food. She is on a prescription diet now and was fine with it for about a week and now doesn't seem to consider it good enough.

Avon is ten months old (or so) and indefatigable. He even invented a new game (he thinks). It's called "Midnight Fetch." The game is pretty much as it sounds, except it MUST take place about 30 minutes after we go to bed.

He even invented a new game (he thinks). It's called "Midnight Fetch." The game is pretty much as it sounds, except it MUST take place about 30 minutes after we go to bed.

I think he's explained the principles of the game to my cats, except they've been playing midnight chase. Running across the bed seems to an integral part of it.

I still have to lock up the kitten (9 months) at night or he pounces on my butt at 2am.

We are watching Punkin Chunkin on the Science channel. I love crazy backyard science dudes, but I also want them to be all housed by a team of 12 year old girls. mr. flea: "I guess you just found your Girl Scout project."