NYC – Memorial Day Weekend, a set on Flickr.
I was holding out on our green bean plant, hoping the other little guys would catch up and grow faster, but it was just time to pick these guys.
Four green beans.
Not much of a meal. Hoping this plant will yield more than four beans at a time…
As spring arrived, we noticed the tree in our backyard (which I thought was possibly a birch…my tree knowledge sucks), was growing weird berries. A berry tree? I thought maybe it would become some kind of fruit or flower…nope, they remained berries.
In the past weeks, this tree has gone crazy with mulberries galore. Can’t wait to try mulberries in recipes this summer!
Sabine would have turned 5 today. We were looking forward to throwing her a party, dressing her up, and baking her a tuna cake.
Coincidentally, we received a surprise package today from C — a CD of photos of Sabine, and some toys for Max. Max has typical second child syndrome — hand-me-down (pink) toys that his sisters have cast off. He doesn’t seem to mind (he finds paper exciting), but he loves having toys of his ‘own’ too.
We had a surprise birthday party over the weekend at our favorite nearby cabin at Shenandoah River State Park. Sly didn’t have any idea what was going on until we arrived at the cabin! The entire DC family was able to come out to eat tons of kalbi, home made eggrolls, and chocolate cake. We had lots of fun playing football, tossing the baseball, exploring the forest, chasing after little ones, and at night, building huge bonfires. When we woke up the next morning, the perfect sunny spring weather had transformed into snowy cabin weather…a perfect weekend to spend time with family in a cabin.
Happy Birthday, Sly! We love you!
basking in the warmth of the portable heater
Max loves sleeping with us as night, in the most awkward of places. The other night, he slept on my back (I was lying on my stomach), which his tiny head wedged into my shoulder. Usually, he likes to run around and grumble at around 3 a.m. before settling back down to sleep. He’s been pretty good about not doing that lately.
Max has grown accustomed to sleeping with us, at night. Unfortunately, being a playful little boy, he likes to play with all his toys throughout the night, including a very annoying ball in a track/ring. He also enjoys biting Sly’s toes.
By the time morning arrives, Max can usually be found cuddled up next to us, or in his favorite spot, between the both of us. Max has already learned and responds to his name, but he is still developing (we think) his voice, so when we greet him in the morning, he only opens his mouth, and a baby bird sound comes out. He makes up for this by purring louder than any kitty I’ve ever met. So far, a sweet, and very inquisitive little guy…it’s crazy how much he is growing, even since the time we first adopted him.
Morning, Max!
Many people have asked how our other little kitty has handled the stress of losing her sister and the introduction of a new brother.
I think this video pretty much sums it up:
Any questions?
The past few years, I’ve had constant dreams about a silver male tabby named “Max” (bc I’m a crazy cat person, I dream about cats, so sue me). Over and over again, “Max” would show up in my dreams, to the point where I became obsessed with finding a real-life “Max” to add to our family. When we contemplated moving, the search for Max was put on hold until some time in the future, when we would have our own house, and when we could have as many pets as we wanted.
Since moving to the East Coast, and adjusting to life out here, I haven’t thought much of “Max” — we had our hands full with Sabine and Pandora. After Sabine passed away, I thought I’d never want another kitty again.
Last Saturday, feeling lonely and sad, I decided to walk through the nearby Petsmart for no real reason but to be around other animals, and aimlessly window shop. I had spent so much time at this particular store in the days leading up to Sabine’s passing, that it felt comforting to just be there, walking around.
Tucked away in the back corner of the store, I caught sight of a few cages with cats in them. A local shelter was sponsoring a pet adoption fair, and had brought about 10 cats with them. Curious, I walked to the cages, and poked around. The final cage I poked my finger into, was the cage of a silver tabby – domestic short hair/ocicat breed. His name was Mac.