Tooth Fairy

Wm has grown his two front teeth in, but just lost one next door.  Now that he knows the Tooth Fairy isn't real, the tooth fell out and he immediately goes, "GIMME THE MONEY YOU OWE ME."

Toothless…again.

My neighbors called my cell at 8:04AM to tell me the house alarm was going off.  Steve raced home to investigate and discovered Schroeder had somehow set off the motion detector (it's not supposed to detect things under 40 lbs). The neighbors were not pleased to be awoken by a screaming siren before 8AM.  I feel awful.  I was afraid Schroeder had knocked over the Christmas tree - which he likes to climb - and that is what set it off.  But Steve said everything was in order.  He was not pleased with The Cat.  But, seriously, how can you stay mad at this?

Sleepy and cuddly kitten

Steve turns 37 this weekend.  THIRTY-SEVEN.  No idea how that happened.  His eye is all weird and painful like something is in it, he has some sort of Mount Everest hiker chapped lip thing happening, and his nose is clogged…so he is grumpy.  I told him he's probably allergic to the cat! The alarm was the icing on Steve's birthday cake of sorrows.  I asked him if he wants me to do something special for him tonight to start his birthday weekend off right and he was all, "no."  I told him I bought orange honey glazed bacon at Lucky's and that perked him up.  Pancakes and bacon for dinner!  Happy Birthday, Steve! (Steve and Wm are also watching The Hobbit, which Steve loves.  So he has that to look forward to!)