Fire Station, Pumpkin Patch, Dirt, and Molly

Cate's class went to the Fire Station on Tuesday. Cate was upset that I didn't make it. "Everybody elses' mama went." She just looked bewildered when I told her that I do have to work sometimes. Another mom in the class did send some great pics though (thanks Aletha).










Thursday Cate's class went to the pumpkin patch at Circle Y. Cate and her class rode the train, jumped on the bouncy toys, held bunnies and chickens and petted goats, played on the playground, and of course, picked a pumpkin from the patch. She was exhausted when we got home, but reported to Joe that she had a lot of fun.

Cate's 3 year old class.


Cate and Maggie petting a goat.
Can you tell she loved the bunny?
Yes, Maggie is holding a chicken.
Riding the "train".




After nap we were playing outside and a guy that is going to grind our 7 stumps stopped by to measure them and give us an estimate. I was busy talking to him and looked up to discover that Ava was piling dirt. Into her mouth. At that point there was no point in making her get out of it, and she got to play in the mud for awhile. Cate wouldn't touch it and was appalled that she had to get a bath with Ava the little mud pig.


Splashing the dirt off of Ava. They would stand up and Ava would say, "One, Two, Thweeee!"--Splash.


We still have the kitten. We are calling her Molly for now. I just couldn't call a cat Judy or Baby Jesus. Cate's okay with "Molly". She stays in the laundry room most of the time right now. Joe gags at the litter box and sneezes if she gets too close and Ava is still terrified of her. She hasn't tried to climb Ava in a couple of days, but every time Ava catches a glimpse of her, she commands, "No Kitty. NO. NO. KIT.TY." Cate loves Molly and is spending a good deal of time chasing her, rolling her one of Tucker's old fuzzed up tennis balls, and pulling strings around for her. It seems that she may be around for awhile and if so, will soon become an outside cat. She loves to torment Tucker. She escapes from the laundry room, which involves scaling the baby gate in the doorway, runs in front of him, and then dashes under the closest piece of furniture. He sticks his head and front paws under the couch or chair and then Molly runs out on the other side, around, and behind Tucker. Once behind him, she swats at his tail and waits for him to turn and face her and the whole thing begins again. We're still not too sure what he would do if he cornered her or we'd start leaving them out together. I feel certain when she's a grown cat, she'll take his nose off if he messes with her too much. She's pretty feisty.