Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Rambo is obsessed with boxes. The second we get a package in the mail, he starts trying to figure out how to get inside it. He's pretty successful too. Last week we got a monstrous package in the mail and as a bonus, it was filled with packing paper. We can't bear to throw it out now that Rambo has established it as his own personal fortress.
Every morning when I get up, I head straight for the heater vent where I sit for the next 15 minutes, letting the hot air blow down my back. It's a wonderful way to transition from the bed to the real world. Rambo has caught on to my routine and figured out that it is indeed a wonderful idea. So he joins me every morning on the heater vent (he's actually quite greedy and I often end up periodically pushing him back so that at least some of the heat gets to my back). Usually I have to get going before he does--apparently chasing invisible butterflies is not as pressing as getting to school in the mornings. Here he is, after I have vacated, taking in the glorious heat.