Merry Christmas, Dad!

We all miss you so much.

More humiliation - Riley 2008

Oh, the humiliation!

Chaz

From last year - Chaz had been sleeping peacefully in my InBox when I surprised him and slipped the Santa hat on him.

Bah! Humbug!

Last year, Mom and Dad [ok, just Mom - Dad went along with it] thought it would be oh so cute if they dressed us up as Santas for our Christmas picture.
Then she posted them on the blog. Oh, the humiliation!
But because we are good sports and we know it makes Mom laugh and we want to do that for her this year, here we are again. But, Mom, we are NOT showing this again next year.
Love, Riley and Chaz

 

And because Mom thinks this is so funny, here are some outtakes from that photo shoot. We miss you, Dad.

 

Riley and his veggies

I have written before about how Riley likes to open plastic containers, especially since he found out they usually contain his favorite cookies.

Well, last week I bought some small tomatoes called cherubs. They are about the size of very large grapes and they taste wonderful, like just-picked tomatoes.

The package said not to refrigerate them so I had the box of tomatoes on the kitchen countertop.

Unfortunately, the container is a smaller version of the type that housed those cookies that Riley loves. Yesterday morning I came into the kitchen to find the container popped open and on the floor as well as all the remaining tomatoes.

I guess he decided to taste some because several had teeth marks in them.

Then, I guess he figured that since he didn't like them, they did roll pretty well and made good toys. I found a few in odd places. Today I found the last one [I hope] in the dining room.

Gotta love him.

Reflection

Chaz

Past happy Christmases

This Holiday season is going to be very hard, I know. The kids and I are missing John/Daddy very much. There is no way to get around that. I don't even want to put up decorations because my heart isn't in it and I just can't bear to see his stocking. I remember when I bought that stocking, over 30 years ago. That year we had John's, mine, and stockings for Meow-Meow, Squeaker, and JJ - the furchildren we had back then. Now, everyone is gone except me. I remember, too, thinking last year how bedraggled John's and my stockings looked compared to everyone else's but how precious they were to us because we had had them so many years. There was no way I was going to buy us new ones. Those stockings meant a lot to us.
So, this year, I will remember Christmases past and how happy they - and we [fur kids included] - were. I know I am lucky to have those memories.

John - Christmas 1978 - with all our Christmas stockings

John - Christmas 1978 - with his Christmas present

Our handsome boy

Chaz