Scenes from a house with a video editing suite and a baby and a bunch of cats in it

Here’s a scene I saw when I came around the corner of Evan’s room the other day, just routinely checking on him:

Oooooookay. Oh, it gets better.

Now there’s a cat face that says “HEY! HOW ARE YA?” with a big Brooklyn accent. Appropriately, Evan looks vaguely worried about this. I would be too.

Evan hangs out on the bed while Olivia hangs out in his window. Sadly, last night the practice of leaving screen windows open came to an end: Oberon pushed a screen off and escaped, and Olivia followed him. We found them both hanging around in front of the house looking vaguely worried (with Xena helping to corral Obi from going on another one of his expeditions) at around 10pm. Everyone got a fresh dose of Frontline and got locked out of Evan’s room as a result. Dumb cats.

This is a new weather radio I happened to find for ten bucks at the unhealable-deep-cut-discount grocery store just down the highway from us. (Excuse the incredibly ghetto wire wall-mount thing that I created by torturing and twisting a little 99-cent thing that was meant to hang collectible plates on the wall.) This one neatly gets us around the eternal problem of the weather radio waking the baby: it has visual indicators, including one for a storm watch we’re under right now. Very, very cool. One glance and you can tell what’s up from across the room. I love it.