Suzy Q Homemaker

It’s summer time around here (duh) and it’s hard to make time for blogging.  I realize I’m way behind on reviews and whatnot.  Also, you’d probably like to hear more about my choir adventures with Joe Jennings.  Thing is, usually if I sit down to type something substantial, Timothy toddles over to me, often falling down once or twice on the way, and starts yelling at me.  Then he pulls his hair and does that fake crying thing that babies of around 14 months are so good at doing.  Bless him.

Anyhoo, Lucy is also starting to go stir crazy and I keep finding her sleeping in odd places instead of in her usual bed.  Remember how I fixed up a laundry basket for her filled with handknit kitty blankies?  She’s abandoned it for safer places.  Places where she won’t get hit by the random ball or Bakugan or Pokemon action figure that might be flying across the room even though I’ve told those kids A THOUSAND TIMES NOT TO THROW THINGS IN THE HOUSE.  I’ve found Lucy sleeping under the dresser in my bedroom, which isn’t very unusual.

This, however, is the strangest place I’ve ever found Lucy.  And as you can see by the pictures, she’s quite happy there.  Don’t ask me how she got into the basket on the middle shelf.  I didn’t see her do it but I wish I had!  Remember that Lucy has cerebellar hypoplasia, so her climbing isn’t so great.  For her to climb onto our bed is a feat and it takes every ounce of effort for her to jump the baby gate.

Oh, Lucy.  She’s eleven years old and still keeps us guessing.

Even though she spends about 95% of her day sleeping, she is very particular about her sleeping places.  Lucy has her own “laundry basket” full of warm snuggles to sleep in and that’s where you can find her at night and the majority of the day.  Sometimes she sleeps behind the Christmas tree, on the rocking chair, or curled up on top of the kitty cave (how that’s comfortable, I don’t know).  In the mornings, though, she likes to sleep on the couch next to me while I drink my coffee & do computer-type things.  It’s the closest thing to cuddling as we can get with Lucy since she can’t tolerate being held–it makes her dizzy.