Cat and I bickering has finally taken it's toll on Ann and she chose to have Cat physically and verbally restrained. It has been much quieter but I am getting bored...
So Trinity dressed herself yesterday in an alarming combination of patterns and a shoe & sock combination best left too octogenarian gentleman who are bound for the beach. Much to her chagrin we asked her to change before going to lunch at an Indian restaurant on Sunday. While i was writing this post she ramarked that the picture looked "funny".
As promised here are the pictures of Atticus' new bed. He loves it and only falls out every other night, he will cry for about ten seconds and then fall asleep on the floor. Last night when he fell out he asked Ann "to put him back in his big boy bed".