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“Romper Room”

During a phone conversation last Thursday with my friend, Bev, she mentioned that the following day, she would be baby-sitting her eight-month old grandson, Tanner,  AND her two-year old great niece, Stella. Then she added: “So if you have any free time, stop by “Romper Room”.

I decided to take her up on her offer and went for a visit Friday afternoon. Yes, her den did look a bit like Romper Room – with toys everywhere. She even has a child-sized Adirondack chair, which Tanner was using to practice his standing.

tanner and chair_Snapseed

He’s looking rather proud of himself. I can’t believe he’s already eight months old.

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The chair was just the right size for Stella, and she spent a few minutes reading to Tanner.

stella reading to tanner1

Tanner is such a busy little boy, it took me SO many shots to get a good picture of that one little curl.

tanners curl

Speaking of curls, Stella has an abundance. So many curls for a two-year old.

stellas curls

Bev, enjoying the role of “Nana”.

bev and tanner

And before my Romper Room visit was over, I just had to get a little of Tanner’s “sugar”.

db and tanner

After I typed that last sentence, I started to wonder: do folks still say that they’re “getting a baby’s sugar”? Is that phrase out-dated?  Is it just something we Southerners say?

Sundae Says… A Human Kitten?

Hi, furriends. Last week I had a truly amazing experience, and I wanted to tell you about it.

It was Thanksgiving evening, and my Mom’s friend, Bev, came over to visit. Bev is my friend, too: she gives me scritches whenever she’s around. But this time….this time was different.  When she came in the door, she was carrying… a tiny little purrson!

Next thing I know, Motor Man is holding this baby purrson. (They called him “Tanner”, and I heard Motor Mommy tell someone later that he’s Bev’s grandson).

Motor Mommy actually put down the camera and held him some, too, but nobody took any pictures.

I watched all this from a safe distance. As everyone played with this baby human, and he made odd little cooing noises,  I was minding my own business in a chair on the other side of the room.

Then, Bev brought him over to my chair. I think she wanted him to meet me.

I was cool with that. I mean, maybe he was going to give me scritches too. But he got a little excited and suddenly patted his hand down on the chair, which scared me just a little. Do my ears give me away?

But I was a good kitty and behaved. Meanwhile, Bev helped baby human practice his sitting alone skills.

My boycatfriend, Sammy, told me that these little purrsons are sorta like human kittens.

Tanner’s a cutie, but I sure hope my pawrents aren’t planning on getting one….