Phan Girl

Oh, do you know what this is about??? Hold on...
I should be put in the naughty corner for leaving poor borderland sitting alone on the interwebz, no updates on school days, no updates on Life When You Can Do What Want All Day... (let's just debunk that one here & now: as yet, there have been zero days where I got to do nothing, while the kids were in school. Zero. My friend Louise said that day will come... when the last child walks down the aisle. Ha!) And, importantly, not recent shots of my kitty babies! Oh the sweetness of them... That Chloe is my lover girl. She stalks me and waits in my seat and sits on the counter to watch me wash dishes. Uh-oh... she's Phoenix with fur!

Anyway, instead of doing nothing, I'll be doing something later today.
It involves a GA cutie, let me show you his adorableness...

Phillip Phillips, at Centennial Olympic Park tonight! I may or may not be rushing the stage. I may or may not be holding a homemade "Phil Phan" poster. Want to get in the spirit of Phillip with me?
Maybe you know this one from the Olympics:
http://www.phillipphillips.com/splash/

Pay no mind to the dark-haired chick in the video. She may or may not know I'm his new girlfriend...

Introducing Pete & Chloe

Stop the presses! The Lear kids have pets now! Our new 2 lb babies are 3 months old, adopted from the Humane Society, and the perfect kitties for our family. We held a lot of kitties last weekend, and it was evident immediately if the kitty-personality would mesh with our busy crew. One orange tabby tried to crawl out the celing the minute he got a look at our octo-armed mass of squealing offspring. (He was adopted an hour later by a one-child family, with a tween-aged son. He was snoozing in the boy's arms when last we saw him.)

Chloe put her paw against the glass, up to Jadyn's hand, and the minute they handed her to us we knew she was the one. She loves being carried around, cuddled, passed from lap to lap... a sweet pea! Pete was the next one that we knew would be ours. Like Chloe, he purred immediately and was fine with being passed around. Our litmus test, the pass-around.

 Chloe is white with grey, Pete is grey

Sadly, I am not getting much done these past 2 (quiet) days. I watch the kitties and laugh at them playing... they are just so darling...
On cue: {awwww}

Tales of School

First day, check!
Good day, check!

Phoenix, aka Mr. PreK, ran off that bus this afternoon with his arms wide open. He detoured Dad and I got the prize.
"The bus driver had a horn he talked in, and he told us DON'T get off if it's not your stop!"

The girls both had good days, with familiar faces in their classes.
Equally important: the lunch-boxes all came home empty, except for a stray grape or two. Whew. Nothing like a thumbs up on the lunch. (OK, I stacked the deck. Pringles & Oreos for 1st day lunch treats. Such a cheater! Such a name-brand-first-day-cheater! You know they were all like "So, where's our afternoon snack of Pizza Rolls & Ruffles & whatever else the cool kids eat after school? Huh?" Me: "Well, umm, animal crackers and juice? huh? No?") You know they all ate all afternoon like 4 houses on fire. That school biz is hungry work. I think they're still eating now, all the way to bed.

Cole strolled in, off the middle school bus (of which we had NO drop-off time for) and was happy with his day. He couldn't find a few of his SEVEN classes, but was fine with asking teachers and wandering around until he found the rooms. The locker was good, lunch was good - "I ate with a new friend" - the bus was good, his hair was good. Middle school success, check. He would like to make some vending machine purchases in the near future, but that was the only bump in his day. Not enough change for extra chips.

Are you with me so far? Did you hear that 4 children had good days with no mishaps or drama? It is like magic in the forest! Phoenix (you know we were crossing our fingers & sitting on our thumbs that HE liked his class) reported that he played a while, took a nap, and ate all his lunch. The boy next to him may not have eaten. Another boy may have fallen asleep before him. Phoenix wasn't sure, as he himself was "under his tile" (= towel = nap blanket) and closed his eyes. I am all about the PreK news. All about The Boy and a Good Day.

He ran to me like this, at approximately 2:42pm:

And at around 2:52pm he said he had missed my hand, so he kissed my palm. Then he held it and sucked his thumb and all was right with the world.

School Day One, I love you. Be mine.

Tomorrow? Big borderland news! And photos! Can you stand it?