The battle for mommy continues.
When I play with Spike, Bagel whines. When I play with Bagel, Spike cries.
(Bagel and Spike playing nice... at the moment)
When I sit by Ding. Dong give me that look. When I play with Dong, Ding comes over sits on my lap (all 60 lbs) and pushed Ding away.
(Ding in the back, Dong right up front, at Queen and Carrots big ass yard)
And normally Thing 1 and Thing 2 don't fight over me. But now that Thing 3 is staying with us for the week, she thinks that I am hers. Well Thing 1 has some news for her. At this moment, as I type this, Thing 3 is sitting between me and the keyboard.
(Lucy in the sun)
And thing one is sitting on the back of my chair, chewing on my hair. Thing 2 is confident that I love her, and is claiming the cat tower.
(Thing 1 in the grey fur suit, and Thing 2 in the stripped tiger suit)
I feel the love here. What better then to be needed by so many creatures at once? And Spaghetti wonders why I need to run away some days. (Usually to scrapbook those I just ran away from!) No really as insane as it gets around her, I really love all the furry and not so furry children I have, that fight for me. I know I have 2 children, but I am the proud mom of 6 (7 this week)
Love you all, Mommy.
1 comment:
ahh its nice to be wanted, but all at the same time, its understandable that you have to run and hide sometimes.
Cute pics of all of your kids.
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