You might have noticed, but it’s hard to get a picture of Kitty where she’s not staring at me with eyes wide and mouth open. It’s very, very hard to get a picture of her smiling. She’s just not that smiley.
Also, it’s difficult to get good pictures in my house these days because the sun seems to have burned out. At least here in the Pacific Northwest. I haven’t seen the sun since I returned from Mexico. Apparently, they didn’t see it much while I was gone, either. The lack of sunlight is my biggest struggle with winters here. I get twitchy if I don’t see the sun after a week. This is why I want to move to Hawaii. And why I’ll never move to Alaska. Well, that and Sarah Palin. (Kiddin’.)
Last night I made a dinner that almost everyone liked… that was pretty exciting. The Boy was afraid to try it, but that’s business as usual. He’s the pickiest eater in the family, and seems to have a paralyzing fear of vegetables. And if he hates a food, he likes to torture himself by chewing it for twenty minutes before he gets the courage to swallow. This I do not understand. Wouldn’t it make more sense to swallow it quickly?
Which reminds me of a disturbing story. Sometimes The Boy will chew food forever if he likes it, as well. Last month we were eating at Outback, and he ordered a steak. After dinner, Jane had a preschool Christmas program and I was holding The Boy on my back to give him a better view. I noticed he was chewing something that smelled… beefy. Or like it had at one time been beef, but now it was just beef paste. He had been chewing on a piece of steak for… I am not exaggerating… at least a half hour. Why? Why? Why???? Steak is not chewing gum.