And now the cat formerly known as Celebrate...

...has been changed to Frustrate!! Let me just warn everybody that once something poops on my bed, you have been officially moved to my frustrate list! I don't think that I made that clear to little Celebrate when I welcomed her into our home. We came home last night to a little pile of poop on our bed (inbetween our pillows, no less) and this is my new bedding!! A little pile of poop in the corner of our room, and one more cute pile of poop under our bed. Soooooooo, I'm adopting the Jewish custom of not naming a creature until we see it's true personality and self and have officially changed it's name to Frustrate. (I don't think that Emma will go for that, so it will be Frustrate in my mind forever.) This thing should thank it's lucky stars that he was Emma's birthday present, because if not, he may have found himself outside last night....and every other night.

Maybe I'm weird, but the thought of poop or pee sitting and lingering in some obscure corner of my house just about sends me over the edge of reason. I was on all fours last night crawling around the house looking under beds, couches, furniture - everywhere for some other cute piles. Only the 3 in OUR BEDROOM!! (This thing knows he needs to win my over again, he's sitting in my lap with its paws on my chest just looking up at me, purring - nice try, I'm an obsessive-compulsive weirdo - this thing will have to try harder than that!!!)

We did have a great time at the fair last night, though. The kids had a blast on the rides. The 3 of them sat together on all the rides because they're so tiny and the looks on their faces was priceless! (If there was a digital camera at the Benson household, I could share them with you :) Jars of Clay was packed and so we had to stand and hold the kids so they could see (Maley had her little ears covered the whole time) so we didn't stay long. It was a good night and Emma had fun. Now, it's off to Story time at the library for Maley (she gets to dress like a pirate, so this should be fun). Then we're planning for Emma's party tomorrow. THIS IS THE LAST BIRTHDAY PARTY UNTIL MALEY IS 6 AND EMMA TURNS 10. There, I've put it in writing, I will not be conned into another party until then.

Until later...