This last week has seen two major losses. One, while exciting, is still an end of a phase of our life. The other will leave a hole in our hearts for a long time.

When we got back from our camping trip Christopher decided that since he had slept in a "big-boy" bed in the cabin, he wanted to be in one at home. So we tried it. He then ignored his crib. He drags his "Bankie" upstairs now and drifts off in his own bed upstairs right beside his brother's. I agree it would be much more fun to have the bunk beds actually bunked, but that is what you get with low pitched ceilings. After being vacant for almost a month, we took down the crib. It had been there for 5 years. We are still in the process of rearranging furniture, redecorating, and figuring out what we are doing with the new space. The next step...getting rid of the changing table and diapers.

We lost a special member of our family last week. Alexander vanished into thin air. It's the kind of thing that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. We have had three male cats in the last three years just vanish around the time they turn a year old. I would feel so much better if we were able pick them up from the gutter...at least we would know and have closure. Never a trace of any of them. I have done several walk-thrus at the Humane Society, which is heartbreaking by itself, and have put an ad in the Tribune. Nothing yet, and probably won't be, but hopefully we can find out something. The boys aren't really torn up at all. J just says "maybe he went to a new home". Maybe, but I would rather he stay at ours.