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These two rugrats are coming tomorrow, for the weekend! We can’t wait.

This rugrat is equally excited:

You missed her?

She’s sleeping. Her bed is on top of one of our cabinets (such strict kitty discipline around here…) and half her body is off the cabinet, while her head and the other half are trying to stay in her bed. She didn’t even move when Khalil took this picture.

So what no one actually said they missed her. I did.

It just feels weird to go to bed without having blogged. I know I should feel relieved, but it feels weird. So here I am blogging.

I didn’t win prizes, in either NaBloPoMo or in Hannah’s contest for a printer. But that’s ok. I got to post some pictures and I got the best prize of now being in the habit of daily blogging. I hope that doesn’t mean my blog tanks, from the mundaneness of it all (what IS that word? Mundaneness? Mundanity?).

I spent all afternoon and evening baking. It was one of those days. Harry Potter on the TV, Khalil at the table doing his own version of arts and crafts with wood, me in the kitchen making messes and sweets, Rory going between us both and to sleep, curled up in a perfect circle in the middle of our couch.

A perfect afternoon.

You know how there are just pictures you love? And they’re not the best, or the cutest, but you just love them anyways? This is one of those. I even saved it for the last day of daily Rory photos for that reason. I just love this picture. I think it’s because it’s got my family in it. On our beat up couch. I don’t know. I love it though.

You have to look closely, I know, but she’s in there. There’s a plate of shrimp that she’s eyeing. Shannon, rest assured: after this picture she got banished to the locked bedroom.

would you mind? I’m trying to sit here.

They’re playing. My husband, and the cat, that is.

Time for bed after a long day.

Rory watches while we all go bananas over Pictionary.

Yeah. She was sitting on the stool, and I put her dinner down, and she decided to eat it from the stool. I don’t know. Same stool you see here. It’s her stool.

I yell at Khalil when he does stuff like this. The thing is, she’ll just sit under there. And under the laundry basket. She’s so weird.

what? we’re wrapping presents? can I help?

let me check and make sure you got the tape on right over here…

not a bad job, if I do say so myself…

I’ll just,  um, watch this box for you…

She’s in there!

Yes she is!

See!

Rory loves this game. I don’t know why. It’s the put a blanket/towel/sweatshirt over her and laugh hysterically at her getting out game. She will poke her nose out and then put it back in. Or if she gets out, she’ll walk around until you put it over her again. It’s hysterical, though, because when she lifts her head up the blanket goes up… well, you probably have to be there. Just take my word for it.

I have a confession about the Rory photos: I don’t take them each day and then post them. They’re photos from the last two or so months. I kind of started taking more photos, and found that I love taking them of her. So these are all from the past few months. But not all from each day.

I still think she’s cute. Seriously. Who doesn’t love opening up my blog to a new picture of my cat every day?? I love it.

She’s under a footstool. She’s been going under there ever since she was a kitten and actually fit. Now she just thinks she fits. It’s funniest when she runs to get out from under the stool and it lifts off the ground as she goes flying.

Except that yesterday, I tried posting from work and it didn’t work and I didn’t have time the rest of the day.

So today you get two pictures of her.

To give you some perspective on where she is:

We picked the sexy 70s counters out ourselves. Ha.

The one in which my sister dies a little inside.

I’ve found her up there just sitting prissily. Of course the second I get the camera she moves.

I know how she feels.

As a fun addition, I’m going to try and post a picture of Rory every day. A’la Chuck. Only not on her own page, and only for the month.