Isabel has a friend sleeping over, which is fine. I find one of the great joys of parenthood is those moments you’re not involved at all. Just watching the kids playing with other kids and laughing like crazy at really stupid stuff, like the motion activated minion voice on a card that starts talking, in minionese, whenever somebody comes into the room, or when they are dancing frenetically to a Wii program, is great. I don’t even have to think of something clever to say.
Sam was very gracious about giving up his bed and sleeping on the couch, there’s a bit of an advantage in that for him as he gets to stay up a bit later and watch TV.
The only problem this evening has been Fifi. She’d already been out of her cage once today, for a couple of hours, and I hadn’t planned to let her out again, but she overturned her litter box (which is an impressive effort for such a small creature using only her mouth) and I felt obligated (or, rather, Helena felt I was obligated) to clean it up.
So, we let her out, I cleaned it up, filled her food bowl and figured that would be enough to entice her straight back in. It was not. I’m guessing that she is used to a one or two hour exercise period and wasn’t about to give it up just because it came at an odd time of night.
Ah, well, let’s just give her a bit of time, we thought. A half hour later, I started chasing her around the living room, trying to cut off her angle of escape with a broom, but she wasn’t having it.
She’s back in now. I’m not sure if it was the bribe of an apple, the dimming of the lights, or she just got tired of the game and decided to go back in.
And now I’m turning in. Fingers crossed for a miracle in Michigan.