Killion House 2.0

Well, we’re trying to settle in at the Killion house, but we’re having a few setbacks.  Mostly we’re realizing that we may have sold a bit too much in our auction last year.  We went on a few big shopping trips right after we arrived… but since my license hasn’t come through yet we’re a little hesitant to go on any more shopping sprees.

Of course when we arrived we had to buy plates, silverware, cups, bowls, and other kitchen things; sheets, pillows, comforters, and other bedroom things; towels, washcloths and a few other bathroom things.  Now we’re at the point where we want more of the “creature comforts…”

Want to make your favorite black beans & rice?  We have to go buy cumin and spices.

W wants biscuits?  We need to buy a rubber spatula and a baking sheet.

Want to paint over the white spackle marks on the walls?  We’ll need to go buy a paintbrush.

It goes on and on…  I started making a batch of lemonade the other day and realized we don’t have a pitcher large enough to hold 2 quarts.  I had to pour it into a pyrex bowl and store it in the fridge that way.  I’m not even sure my measurements were correct since I don’t have any liquid measuring cups : )

ONE quart pitcher and measuring cups

ONE quart pitcher and measuring cups

Pyrex storage containers... not measuring cups

Pyrex storage containers… not measuring cups

When we were living in the Hideaway cabin I felt like the only thing I missed… the only item that I wished we hadn’t sold was our ice tea maker.

Really.

That’s all I wanted to buy.  Of course now I can run down to the Target that’s 5 minutes away and pick it up for $20… but I don’t want to fill up all of our cabinets, drawers, and closets just yet.

Part of me LOVES that we have no extra “stuff.”  I don’t feel wasteful… I feel grateful that everything we do have is something that I love and specifically wanted to keep.  And the house sure feels bigger than I ever remember it being.

Shhh… don’t tell anyone!

But I’m actually a mystery shopper.

The photo you see of the boy flying at Universal CitiWalk?  We were PAID to go there : )

The wind tunnel with 4

Wind tunnel with 4″ of plexi-glass

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First flight

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Perfect form!

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Superman pose

iFly Photo

Learning to fly!

At $60 a pop, I don’t think I’ll be going back to fly at Universal CitiWalk anytime soon.  But I’ll let them pay me to go as many times as they want!

Sad News : (

I feel terrible… we all do.  One of our foster kittens died this week : (

 

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The little guy we named Skid didn’t make it.  Damon (who normally wakes up first) found him in the morning in Wesley’s room.  Fortunately we removed him before Wesley woke up… but we still told him the truth.  Wesley was sad and immediately asked “Why???”  Then he teared up and hid away alone for a few minutes.

 

i feel terrible for Wesley and I feel responsible for Skid.  Did I do something wrong?  Did I miss a sign that he was failing?  He looked lethargic the night before (when I took this photo), but kittens sleep for hours on end.  Damon assured me that I did nothing wrong… but I still feel responsible.

We took him back to the shelter where we picked him up.  I decided to take all of them so that they could tell me if Pouncer and Kit Kat Jam were doing okay.  They examined all three kittens and reported back to us that Skid most likely had a viral infection… he was probably exposed to it before we even picked him up.  They can’t test every new stray that has been dropped off at their facility for every possible disease… and they assured us it wasn’t our fault, and nothing could have been done to save him.

Then they told us that the other two kitten had lost weight and were probably infected as well.

Oh no.

I felt like the worst parent ever.  I decided to allow my child to foster a group of kittens.  This was my decision.  I filled out the forms and thought this was a good idea.  I imagined the worst part would be when we had to drop them back off for adoption.  I never considered that it would end this way.

I don’t even know if it was the right choice to tell Wesley the truth about what happened.  But all children have to learn to deal with death at some point… don’t they?  Part of growing up seems to be that moment when you lose your beloved pet.  It’s hard, but it’s reality.

I did tell him a lie about the other two kittens.  Not a “little white lie” either.  A bold-faced, 100% flat-out lie.  I told him that the other two kittens were going to be okay.  I said the shelter had another facility where the vets would foster Pouncer and Kit Kat Jam until they were healthy enough to be adopted.

I also assured him that he had done NOTHING wrong in how he took care of Skid… or Pouncer and Kit Kat Jam for that matter.  We tried our best to be a good foster family to them.  Then I told him that at least Skid got to spend his last few days here with a family instead of in a cage at the city shelter.  I hope Wesley remembers that part.  And that part is the truth… we gave him a warm bed, plenty of food and water, and a little boy to play with and cuddle him.  I think that’s all any pet really wants.

Sweet little kitten

Sweet little kitten

But I still feel terrible.

: (

 

It’s Raining Cats!

You know we have Snowflake and Blackjack…. but did you know we picked up another cat or two?

Let me explain.  (No, there is too much; let me sum up.)

Wesley bought me a little notebook for my birthday when he was only six years old.  I didn’t really have any idea why he bought it for me… other than it was a reddish-pink color and he must have thought it was for “girls.”

The Notebook

The Notebook

Don’t you love how awesome I am with that sword?!

I still couldn’t think of any reason why he picked it out for me, but I decided I would try to use it with him.  I started writing him notes in The Notebook and leaving it for him to find.  He would answer me back and tell me things I couldn’t get him to talk about face-to-face.  (Sometimes he wouldn’t answer with anything “revealing” at all… but at least he answered me.)

When we got to LA I asked him what he liked most about living in California again…  I asked him what he liked most about his room… and I asked him what he was looking forward to at school.  He told me nothing.  He was looking forward to NOTHING at school.    When I asked him what feelings he had about school, he told me only one; sad.  : (

So I wrote that I wanted him to be happy about going back to school and what could I do to make it better?  He never responded.  I left The Notebook out several nights in a row on his bed so he would answer… but he never wrote down anything.

Fast forward a week and these are our new foster kittens; Pouncer, Kit Kat Jam and Skid.

New additions to the family

New additions to the family

Foster Kitten

Kit Kat Jam

Foster Kitten

Pouncer

Foster Kitten

Skid

Wesley named all of the kittens… and no, Skid is not named after what you’re thinking : )  He gets his name from running so fast and then skidding across the hardwood floor in Wesley’s room.

Wesley started asking about foster kittens almost as soon as we got unpacked.  He loved fostering when we lived in Austin.  Actually we all kind of enjoyed it… that’s how we found Blackjack : )

We picked up the kittens on Saturday and they’ve been living in Wesley’s room ever since. We were sitting in his room petting the kittens and chuckling at them as they chased each other and played with string… and I asked him, “What would make school better?  You never answered me in the notebook.”

He said, “This.  This is what makes it better.”

I guess when you’re ten years old kittens make everything better.