Bossy girl

I've done a lot without posting... gone to Missoula for a football game, eaten turkey, gone to Jackson for what was likely our last romantic getaway for several years, and witnessed Anne Marie go in the potty two days in a row without us planning to train her. But I haven't really felt bloggy.

Tonight, Anne Marie gave me some fodder. She is a busy little girl, and she spends a lot of time putting her babies to bed with blankets. She'll set them out across the room, and say "Good night" to each one. Then the blanket goes over their head.

This evening, she was putting Freddy (the cat) to bed. She used five washcloths from the folded laundry and laid them on top of the already-asleep cat, saying "nice and warm, OK?" Bubba (other cat) thought it would be a good time to attack, and whacked poor Freddy. Anne Marie took hold of Bubba, looked into his face and said, "Bubba get off him. Bubba, say sorry Freddy, OK? Foot hurt." Hopefully Bubba learned his lesson. I couldn't stop laughing.