Saturday Morning Activities

David, Evan and I were sitting on the bed "chatting" on Saturday morning when Lars came to see what was up. Evan started looking at Lars* so I grabbed him and held him in front of him. I put Lars' paw on the back of Evan's hand and he grabbed it. Lars was purring and Evan was listening.

Although I know they're very important, David and I often joke about the "sensory activities" that they do at daycare. So, we start talking about our homemade sensory activity. It started as a good learning experience but went downhill quickly.

Well, wouldn't Miss Elizabeth and Miss Betty be proud. We have a Saturday morning sensory activity for Evan.

Evan, you can feel Lars' soft fur.
And you can hear his purr. Prrrrrrrrrr....
And you can see him. He's orange!
And if you give it a while, you're likely to smell him (referring to the litter box, of course). Ewww! Stinky!
And... well, Evan, you should never, ever TASTE Lars!

Why do I get the feeling that Evan will complete that sensory activity one day? Kids are gross.

*Until very recently, Evan has completely overlooked both pets. It doesn't matter that they move and have faces and make noises and, in the case of Laika, lick him. To him, they've been as interesting as a piece of furniture (not counting the ceiling fan, of course, because that is the most interesting piece of furniture EVER.) It has been so incredibly strange to me so I'm glad he's starting to notice them.



Just chillaxin in the sunlight.