A Bunch of Stuff

So much has happened since my last post, lots of little trips to the city and New Jersey and Connecticut. And last week my mom came for 5 days to spend time with Meg and to help me. . . a-hem. . . pack (more on that later). Here are some photos and memories from the last few weeks.

Here is our cat hanging out on the neighbor's roof. I was getting worried because I called and called and she wouldn't come down so I thought maybe she was stuck. I even brought out the cat food bag and shook it, but she just looked over and me and said, "rrrwooooaaaaoow" (which is "meow" to an old lady of a cat). I decided that if she wanted to hang out there until dinnertime I'd let her, but guess what? She came home for dinner. Surprise, surprise. If you live in NY and would like to adopt a 12-year old snot of a cat who needs a good home. . . you think I'm kidding? I'm looking at 6 hours on a plane with a recently potty-trained 3-year old and this old feline--by myself. I really don't know who is going to be loudest noise maker. Brian and I are casting bets on who will have an accident first, the toddler or the cat.


I took my fancy-pants camera to Meg's school to take some yearbook photos. I was trying to stand on a ladder and get a shot of all 40 or so children holding hands in a big circle, but getting 40 kids to walk in a circle while a crazy lady on a ladder looms overhead was a little too challenging, so I just told them all to squish together instead and I think it is quite cute. Look who is front and center--as always. I think because she is so little, Meg merges to the front of any gathering or group of children so she can see what's going on:

Here is "Miss Ellen" who comes every Friday for music. She plays the guitar and, um, this thing. Case in point--Meg is front and center. Meg loooves Friday music with Miss Ellen, but Meg loves music in general, as we learned with Laca's classes. On Fridays, she likes to wear twirly skirts so she can dance and spin during music class. Sometimes she chooses to wear her purple guitar shirt, though.

Ahhh, little Meg taking a nap. Every day she gets to read a book to herself before she naps (yes, she still naps, it's so beautiful!). When she is done reading she throws the book on the floor. Every day I listen downstairs for the book to hit the floor, then I know she is sleeping. This was a special reading of some princess book or another, so she called all the princesses to court for nap-time. If you click on this picture to enlarge it you will see all the mini princesses lined up and "listening" in the pillow pocket.

Fun day in the city (it's warming up) a few Saturdays ago. We just walked around, went to Central Park and playgrounds, bought $5 lattes and wondered why we moved upstate. . .

Grandma Scribner is here! My mom came to Meg's utter delight. Meg spent the week before her arrival drawing her pictures and taping them all over the walls of the house. The night before her arrival, I convinced her to put them all in grandma's room, so she stood on the bed and taped them all over the walls around the bed. Should have taken a picture of that, why didn't I?? Too late now, in true grandma form, my mom took every last picture home with her. Now I'm gonna get it from Grandma Elyse--yes we will send you some pictures too! I have a load going to the post office this week! Here are Meg and mom at Columbus Circle, Time Warner Center:

Mom, Brian and my lovely napping Meg in a stroller! At three and a half years old she can still sleep in a stroller in New York City--that's mamma's girl! I guess it helps that she's so small and still FITS in her stroller. She' s come full circle now--she went from begging to get out and walk to begging to get in and ride. And she even says, "mom, I want a city nap in the stroller." Gosh, I love her.

And the John Lenon memorial looked especially pretty decorated with roses today.