This holiday in Edmonton is still a pleasure. The kids are having a great time with their grandparents and auntie, the big backyard, trips to the most-excellently stocked children's section at Chapters, and I am enjoying my parents' front-loading washing a lot. I'm very much shopped out, and I hope that today's jaunt out to pick up sneakers for Madeline in the next-size-up and a mattress cover for Sadie's future twin bed is nearly the last of it.
I am not sure what Sadie is going to do when we fly home to Saigon and leave my sister's cat behind here, though. At first she was literally shaking with fear when the cat would make an appearance, but now she tries to communicate with Timmy with enthusiastic "meows" and when he's hiding somewhere, she crawls around on all fours, meowing, and lays down in the back porch like she's seen him doing. This would be cuter if the porch wasn't covered by a cat-hair-and-grass-laden mat, but I still chuckle. At least a little.