Tory and Lucy and Molly

So on the way back from Fredericksburg we decided to stop at CAPs in Katy, because…I guess we wanted to be sad about all the animals who need homes? And also maybe we had a small desire to get a dog. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts (uhhh yesterday’s…) Casey is a very hesitant consumer. It took a total of nine test drives and months of reading the same edition of Consumer Reports before he bought the new car. So, I had told myself there was a 90% chance we wouldn’t get a dog and a 10% chance we’d fall in love but be too afraid to commit. But turns out I was super wrong, because WE GOT A DOG.

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Her name is Tory, and she is ridiculously cute which definitely contributed to her getting adopted, but she’s also really sweet. She does like to “give hugs” as they call it at the shelter…it actually means jump on people, but we’re working on that. She’s a year old, so she is already house-trained.

I’m sure you’re all concerned for the cats. Samez. They are pretty much staring at me 24/7 asking WTF IS THIS, MA? But I’m sure they’ll adjust with time. I was slowly introducing them while Tory was in her crate, but today I was brave and just let them all be free at the same time. It seems to be going pretty well, though the cats still remained slightly annoyed that she exists. Lucy has been sure to give a few hisses and throw some evil death glances her way to make sure she knows this is the cats’ house and Tory’s just living in it. However, we’ve all been coexisting in the same room for the past hour and everyone is still alive (contrary to the vivid nightmares I’ve experienced the past two nights), so that’s a plus.

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Such a lady.

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MY HEART!!!! I love this picture. I’ve always wondered what it’s like to have a pet that my husband actually likes. SUCH AN ODD SENSATION!

Proud aunt:

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My new baby:

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So, my Instagram should prove to be a little more diverse. And now people might believe me when I argue that I am not a “cat person,” I’m an “animal person.”

I’ve reread Camp Patton’s “Surviving Three Under Three” to make sure I can handle this. I’m sure Grace would be pleased to know she now has another reader who can relate to her.

Cat hair and little children

First some big news:

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WHAT A JOKE.

Our friends Jordan and Andrew had a little tiny baby boy, and we are so so excited!

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Why he doesn’t look at Lucy and Molly like that is beyond me.

Speaking of the cats, they have been remarkably entertaining since moving into the new house.

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Thought those were cool? Watch Lucy prepare for the Summer Olympics in Rio 2016.

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Only downside of the new house is that our hardwoods seem to collect cat hair. So, I decided it was time to break out the defurminator.

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Can’t get that with a human baby.

Housewarming gifts and Consumer Reports

It’s been an adventure putting this house together. And I hope you don’t take that to mean that it is put together, because it’s definitely not. My shoes are still everywhere (but what’s new?) and we still have plenty of boxes to unpack, but things are beginning to come together!

We have also received a few housewarming gifts!

An orchid (non-toxic to felines, thank you Jesus) from our friends Michael and Anna:

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A bowl from our favorite realtor! I have already started collecting wine corks from bottles we have consumed in the new place.

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A framed piece of original art from my little brother and his girlfriend. He writes John Hancock style, so allow me to translate: “You’re welcome! [original signatures from both] love, us”:

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You can get a nice glimpse of our neighbor and ceiling fan in that one!

But of course, there’s only one thing that truly makes my house warm:

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Bearded mutants are the best mutants.

Also, you might remember my cat nook from previous house posts. Obviously, I had to wait and see if the cats would truly dub it their own or if it would be a long lost dream of mine. WELL MY DREAM WAS REALIZED, PEOPLE!

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Lucy carefully walks across the stair railing and hops in front of the window where she likes to roll around, meow, sit, etc. Her jumping skills have improved impressively in the past two weeks. Last night we found her on top of the kitchen cabinets, and Casey was THRILLED! Never seen such a proud dad. JK, he was a lil peeved and said she could never do it again. Especially because in true firefighter style I had to climb atop the counters to rescue her.

Our special cat:

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One of our lovely friends snapped this the other day to indicate new homeowner/marital bliss:

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Casey is reading Consumer Reports, per usual. Too bad they don’t publish issues about children. How will Casey ever be able to decide which kind we should have? I kid, I kid.

Small tents and fans

Currently: eating stuffed peppers, watching Bridesmaids and writing this post in an apartment filled with boxes of our stuff. And watching my cats chase their tails on the cat tower. Cannot complain about a single thing.

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Yesterday: Saw the house. Has fans. Casey saw it today, and it has grass and granite! But that seems like a second post, so deal with these photos for now.

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Sorry, haven’t tidied up for blog-quality photos just yet.

This past weekend: We went on a company camping trip. I left on Friday and put up the tent Casey borrowed from our very outdoorsy friends.

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Then I wondered out loud how in the world Casey and I would both fit in it the following night.

Turns out something like this:

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When you work for  a creative advertising agency, you get signs made for your tent. Needless to say, Casey and I left late Saturday night to enjoy the comfort of our own bed. But not before enjoying the campfire and at least four s’mores.

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Casey was on fire patrol and had my boss chanting his name by the end of time, so obviously he was well-received by all my new fellow employees.

Also, I met Kristyn’s family dog Lulu, and we took a selfie.

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Stripes and sea salt

I would have blogged last week except that Grace Patton had her fourth child, and I was very exhausted for her, so decided to take some rest. Nevermind that she’s blogged four times since giving birth, and I only have cats, so really no excuses about not writing. Except that now I do it for a living, so sometimes I feel like I write, write, write, write, and when I come home I just want to be, be, be, be.

But anyway, let’s start with a house update, because every time I write about my new house it reminds me that I won’t be living in my apartment (that is getting smaller by the nanosecond) forever, even though the builders postponed the completion date, so our happy lil family of four will be sharing our 700 square feet for a bit longer.

We haz paint! We went with SW Sea Salt. BECAUSE WE LOVE THE OCEAN! And other reasons, maybe?

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These are the beautiful doors to our laundry room, where Casey will spending lots of time and I will be spending none. JK. Not JK.

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And here are some stairs! I hope to have Carrie Underwood style legs by JUUULLLY-ish.

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In other news, Casey is growing a beard! He takes things extra seriously now because of it.

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Hawt. He wore the beard to Brittney’s wedding on Saturday. We debated whether or not he should shave for such a fancy occasion, but beard-growing cannot just be stopped for the sake of holy matrimony (sorry, Brittney…)

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While Casey’s beard and I remained well behaved at the wedding, I didn’t do so well Friday night.

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But when I’m with Kaitlin, we rarely behave. Can’t remember the details of the misbehaving. Causing trouble since 1992-ish…

And then later the cats caused trouble. But they sure looked cute doing it.

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Pink tips and video games

I’m sure most of you read Greetings from Texas, a blog written by another Megan. You don’t have to worry about getting us confused, because she has brown hair and is always wearing very fashionable clothes. She also has a kid. And no cats. I have no kid and two cats, in case you need a refresher. But I did get to hang out with Macy most of the day Saturday, and my arms are still sore today from picking her up and putting her down and carrying her around the Galleria. So, if you’re wondering how to get ripped biceps and get rid of your bat wings, my suggestion would be to have a kid who is eternally about 18 months old.

The following photos might give you the impression that I have baby fever, but I don’t. I only have Macy fever. And a little bit of puppy fever. I did snap a good shot of Macy giggling (at one of my hilarious jokes, more than likely — kid has a wicked sense of humor), and it appears I dyed her tips pink. I didn’t, but I have to imagine Megan might have been wondering what Macy’s tips would look like pink, because that is kind of in right now, and Megan is always up on what’s hot (hope pink tips are still in and I’m not behind, because then…awk).

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I feel like she could pull it off.

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Selfie attempt 1:

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Easier when she’s sleeping:

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Was afraid to smile lest my cheekbone jab her in the eye.

You guys all probably have a bad case of Macy fever now. She’s seriously the best baby ever, and Anna and I could not stop talking about how despite her one 30-minute nap of the day, she was not even the slightest bit cranky. Which is more than I can say about myself when I don’t get enough sleep.

Speaking of napping, my two catkids are really good at it.

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Also, in case you aren’t married and wonder what it’s like to be married and have sophisticated dinner parties with your other married friends…this is what it’s like:

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Hannah will get to experience that soon, I’m sure. I only added that sentence in here so I could find a way to share this lovely picture from her big day:

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She did a good job on that partayyy. And I miss her already. I did ask her about marriage so far, and she said that Chase has already stolen her leftovers without asking…purchased live chickens. I believe I wrote a post where I suggested not getting cats as a recipe for a successful marriage, but perhaps I should have added an “or chickens” to that sentence. Only time will tell whether or not chickens lead to a happily ever after or not. I’ll keep ya posted.