Silas' festive tour and music box

Happy Holidays!

First school picture

Since Drew is a photographer and niether of us are big fans of studio photos, we've never had the inclination to take Silas to be photographed professionally. But, now that he's in preschool, the era of school photos has officially begun. So, now that the grandparents and aunts and uncles have received their print copies in the mail, I thought I'd share his very first school photo on the blog. :)

We made a gingerbread house

This was not only Silas' first gingerbread house, but also the first for Drew and I. Neither of us can remember making one (our parents can correct us if we're wrong). Silas' method for decorating the gingerbread house was to fill every available space with candy.
I told him this wasn't the kind of candy you can actually eat, and he bought it. So, just about every piece we could fit on went on.
And Silas, making one of his characteristic goofy faces in front of our tree:
One more week!

Dear Santa

I dictated a letter to Santa today on Silas' behalf. I thought I might have to coach him a bit on what to say, but apparently, he's got this letter to Santa thing all figured out. Here are his exact words:

Dear Santa,

I want an orange and a BusyTown. I have been a very good boy. I will give you something. I will give you a glass of milk and some cookies and a muffin. And a big clock. I will send you some decorations for your tree. I will give you candy to decorate a gingerbread house. I will give you some tofu.

I love you!

Silas

Crossing Santa off of our list

We went to Clear Creek Nursery this weekend so that Silas could see Santa. I don't know what I was thinking. He did enjoy seeing several of Santa's reindeer.

And the curious camel:
He looks so happy, so excited...
But this was as close as we could get to Santa:
See that grin? That's the thankful-to-be-nowhere-near-the-real-Santa-smile. We got all the way to the front of the line before it became perfectly obvious that Silas wasn't going anywhere near Santa, who was accompanied by Mrs. Claus, an elf, and a reindeer.

I don't know why I thought this was something he would enjoy. He LOVES Santa, or more correctly, the idea of Santa. He can't wait for Santa to come. I thought maybe, just maybe... But he doesn't want to sit on his lap or be anywhere near him. Or talk to him. Or make eye contact. Or eat Mrs. Claus' cookies. Or have story-time with him (he's been very specific on this point).

It's not worth it, especially if it's just to get a picture. Next year, we will write a letter.

Tall buildings and flannel shirts

Yesterday it became blatently obvious that we have not exposed Silas to the city enough. We went over to Seattle to attend a friend's party. It's been ages since both Silas and I went over. As we were driving through the city streets, lit up by Christmas lights, Silas appeared in awe.

"Look at all of the tall buildings. Look at that (a row of trees sparkling with Christmas cheer). It's BEAUTIFUL! Look at all of this stuff. I LOVE the city."

And then finally, came this statement: "There's more than just trees here!"

You would think we were raising him on a homestead half a day's carriage ride from the nearest town. But still, we could bring him to the city a bit more often. It would do us all some good. We promised to go back during the holiday break to Winterfest at City Center (that's the space needle, for all of you non-Washingtonians).

This morning, he was still talking about his trip to the "big" city. "The tall building all look like flannel shirts" he told me. Considering the city in question, this seems pretty fitting.

In the corner of his room

All of our love, for Olive

About a month ago, Drew and I were talking about the fact that I was the only female in the house. "Even the cat's a boy" I complained. I told him that as much as I love Sobin, I really missed my girl kitties. About a week later, early in the morning on a Saturday, Drew got up early to let the cat out. Soon after, the cat came back in and joined Silas and me upstairs. Silas, who was just waking up, looked at me sleepily and said "there are two cats in this house."

"No," I replied, "there's just Sobin. Just one cat."
"No!" He insisted. "There are TWO cats here!"

Two minutes later, Drew came upstairs to tell us that there was a tiny cat outside that seemed frightened and wanted desperately to come inside.

So, as Silas predicted, there are now two cats in this house.
When we brought Olive in, she was in a state of panic. It was obvious that she was starving, both for want of food, and for want of human companionship. I could barely bake muffins that morning because she remained right underfoot. Before long though, she had calmed down. She took to us immediately, making herself right at home. The picture below was taken after she'd been with us for less than four hours:
At first, I thought for sure that someone must be missing this affectionate, sweet tempered cat. I put up signs, contacted the human society, talked to neighbors, looked on craigslist, etc. Nothing. Assessing her physical condition and her mannerisms, however, made it increasingly clear that no one was looking for this cat. Sad to say, but most likely, she was dumped. She was underweight and ate constantly for the first week. Her interest in the fridge, as well as her response anytime we opened a can, makes me think that she was fed people food and canned food, but obviously not enough. Her discomfort at being outside leads me to think that she was an inside cat, but despite this, she had a nasty case of fleas, ear mites, and tape worm. As well socialized as she is, it seems that someone may have loved her, but they didn't take care of her. Perhaps, for whatever reason, they just couldn't.

After having her for nearly a week, we declared her ours, took her to the vet, and bestowed upon her the name Olive. The vet estimated that she is between 9 and 12 months old, and not spayed. She doesn't appear to be pregnant (woo-hoo) and isn't in heat (double woo-hoo).

Olive is putting on some weight now, and is parasite free. I have no idea what she faced in the first year of her life, but her biggest problems now are loosing her toy mouse and dealing with the big kitty, who would prefer that she didn't exist.

Please be my friend. PLEASE!

Olive seems determined to make friends with Sobin, who has been perfectly content being an only pet for the last 9 years. These days, Sobin spends most of his free time growling, hissing, and glaring maliciously, even when Olive is not in the immediate vicinity. He's actually handling it better than I expected. After all, no blood has been shed. They can actually be in the same room together, occasionally, without an all out battle ensuing. Olive continues to work on him and break down his resolve. She'll win him over one of these days.

Her favorite spot: looking out the front window, waiting for her buddy Sobin to come home.
I have my girl kitty again. Drew seems to find her endearing, and Silas has another pet he can bond with. Everyday, he hugs her, saying "you are the bestest kitty. I love you!"
We all do.

It's going to be a long winter

They said this winter would be harsh, and so far, that's shaping up to be true. Our first snow storm (so rare to have ANY snow in November), canceled school for two days and brought western Washington to a standstill. It has been nice to have an extra long holiday week. And of course, Silas was thrilled about the snow.
I'm glad I finished his cabled jacket in time. It seemed to keep him toasty through the storm. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for our house. As is so common here, we lost power. Walking around town yesterday, listening to the hum of generators and smelling wood smoke, it was pretty apparent: No one had power. Most of the county seemed to be out, and it is nearly miraculous that we got ours back after only 24 hours.
Thanks to our friends, we spent the day in their toasty house, basking in the heat from their wood stove. Sobin, who has yet to show any fondness for our new kitty, has been hanging out in the garage a lot.
Yesterday, we let them in the house together, unattended, for the first time, because I didn't want him out in the bitter cold. Since we were gone most of the day, they had no choice but to work it out without our interference (or Silas doing his Sobin imitation, growling like a tiger and further provoking the already provoked big kitty). While Sobin still does little more than growl, hiss, and mope, he doesn't seem to want to physically confront her. Since he is three times her size, this is a good thing, I think.

I meant to post more about Olive, and I will soon. The snow storm, power outage, and preparing to host Thanksgiving are keeping us pretty busy. More later...

And have a Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Safe travels.

Introducing...Olive

I have been talking about this on facebook, but for my dear blog readers who are not also my fb friends, I have some news: Our family grew by one furry member this week. Last Saturday, we accidentally acquired another cat. I will share Olive's story, and some more pictures, later this weekend.

My future frat boy?

Me: Silas, what sort of job do you want to do... What do you want to be when you grow up?

Silas: I want to be a big, big, party guy.

Great. :)

Port Townsend, again

Nothing earth-shattering to report at this time. We're doing lots of house projects and going through the daily routine. Here's a couple of pictures I never got around to posting from a trip up to Port Townsend about a month ago.

Searching for treasures on the beach:
Better Living Through Coffee: Way more than coffee. Locavore's dream. Reason enough to drive the hour up to PT:

Is that a smile or a grimace? Actually, it's the g-force he's getting hit with as he takes his rocket into outer space (he insisted I take a picture of the "launch").
Till next time...