Here's a Piece of My Blanky.
Well, we've all stopped wearing black (the traditional period of mourning for a hamster is considerably less than the period for a human). Connor commented several times today, "I really miss Sammy," but he's okay. Grandmom is making a gravestone for Sammy as per Connor's wishes, with blue paint and a red cross on it.
Connor has been doing the sweetest thing while we snuggle; he gives me a "piece" of his blanky. He lies beside me and cuddles up and says, "Here's a piece of my blanky. It's the coldest part; you want to hold it?" So I hold one end and he holds the other. And the coldest part-- well, I feel like a princess; everyone knows that the coldest part of the blanky is the most sought-after. He's so chivalrous.
Riley Katie was such a sweetheart today, hugging everyone and saying "I love you." I think we're going to get an updated portrait of her taken this week, if she's willing to cooperate with the photographer without too much diva fuss. You'll recall that her biggest fainting episode happened at the portrait studio because her demands were not met (well, in reality it was because I took my cell phone from her, but I sometimes think she was upset and felt that the photographer had not captured her most charming side). Anyway, I haven't had her back since, so maybe we'll take a Mommy-daughter trip to the mall for pictures this week. Her hair is getting nice and long, and she's at such a sweet age, really a nice time for a picture. Oh, who am I kidding. Chris and I want her portrait taken because lately we think she looks a little bit like The Brain from Pinky and the Brain, and we want to remember this evil-dictator-lookalike phase forever. Some parents want to capture the first steps; we want to capture all of the physical developmental phases that suggest likenesses to cartoon characters. Ror used to look a little bit like Stuey from The Family Guy, and we've never forgiven ourselves for letting that moment pass without capturing it in formal portraiture.
Ror let us all in on his sensitive side a little bit today; he wept during The Lion King when the father died, and cuddled up to me, saying, "I'm so sad, his Daddy died! I love you, Mommy! Where's MY Daddy? I want to hug Daddy!" Connor looked totally amazed and a little taken aback that the Boy of Steel was showing his softer side. He quickly regained his stoic composure, though, and in what seemed to be almost an effort to reassure us all that he's the same Ror he's always been, ate his chicken at dinner like a caveman.
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