What our typical evening looks like

When the girls decide to play downstairs:


This one's nothing but trouble:



While this one has more sophisticated tastes in "toys":



And this one will take whatever attention she can get:

The beginning of the end of summer

I think Stasa may be sensitive to cinnamon because she had a slight skin reaction after scarfing down a bowl of apple cinnamon oatmeal. 






We spent the day relaxing and playing and trying to get back on schedule since we spent the day and night before at Pooja's wedding.






She still loves playing with her bears and babies and thinks it's fun to push them in the stroller. And laughs like a lunatic when she purposefully dumps them out of the stroller. 









And who knows what was going on here, but I'm pretty sure she started this because she wasn't getting her way, so Tom decided to join her. 
Two tantrumming monsters.









And just like that, she was done.



She and Tom have tea parties almost everyday. I love when she forces us to drink her tea. 


















Another favorite game of theirs is Torture the Cat. Because of Tom, Stasa now throws all balls at the cat and falls down in a gigglefit when she throws things down the stairs and the cat chases them. Well, now Tom taught her how to play attack with the cat. Poor baby alligator.









We ended the day (and almost every day now) with some dress up time in her lengha. 

The scrunchie queen

Lesli and I both bought scrunchies as a gag gift for the girls when we went to Chicago. I ended up coming home with like 5 of them so I gave all of them to Stasa for playtime and dress-ups. Of course she has no clue what to do with them other than to simply throw them around, so I helped her out a bit.







She usually takes everything off of her head or out of her hair, but left these in and would go over to the mirror, see them in her hair, pet them and then giggle. I finally took them out and then she ran over to the mirror with all of her necklaces. "Ooooo," she says, every time she puts one on.







And here's a picture of our little furbaby, to prove that she's not forgotten.

Amputated

"Hey honey, just want you to know to be careful with the cat's tail, I think it got hurt."

Our cat loves attention and loves rubbing up on our legs and especially loves to get in our way. This is exactly what happened when Tom was trying to shoo Stasa and the cat out of our bedroom so he could close the door. Only the door caught the cat's tail and she instinctively ran, causing more damage to her tail.

I got Tom's text when I landed in Dulles around midnight and immediately texted back, but assumed that her tail had been stepped on or pulled by Stasa. I saw her when I got home and immediately realized it was worse than that when I saw the blood. So I took her up to the bathroom and cleaned the wound with hydrogen peroxide and tried to see how bad it was, but with all of the matted fur it was near impossible.

Tom made an appointment at the vet in the morning and Stasa, kitty and I headed out to see what, if anything, could be done for her tail. The vet checked her over and told me the possibilities. She'd have to put the cat under to clip and clean the tail to see how much damage there was. I was told that it might just be an abrasion or could need just a couple of stitches if there was a flap of skin to pull over. And then the worst case scenario was amputating part of the tail, but I really didn't think that was going to happen. I signed all of the paperwork, bade the cat goodbye and then left to go home.

The vet called about an hour later to say that the wound was much worse and that she had to amputate part of the cat's tail, but that the cat was doing okay and waking up. So now our poor cat is a little lighter in the rear. We're supposed to go back on Sunday to have the bandage removed and her stitches checked. She's been spending the day doped up and passed out on her favorite chair.

Evening Playtime

Stasa loves playtime right before bath and bed. She tries to get into everything and sometimes succeeds.



"Get this bow off my head!"

The bad little girl with her daddy's Blackberry.

Stasa decided to chase the poor cat when we got home from the Redskins game. Luckily the cat can jump over the baby jail and escape the monster.