I was in the kitchen and thought she hit the table dead-on with her face. Jim was in the family room and could see that she didn't hit it. There was a giant thud and an immediate blood-curdling scream (the scream being from me). "Oh my God, pick her up, pick her up, did she hit her face?" In the split second it took Jim to pick her up and turn her over I was preparing myself to see Helaina's face and mouth bloodied and split. Nope, not a scratch - it just scared the heck out of her and I instantly sprouted at least another 20 gray hairs. After some tears (hers or mine??!!), I asked if she was hurt and where. She stood in front of me, held up her middle finger (in perfect form, I might add!) and declared that her finger was hurt. As I cracked up, trying not to show her that I was laughing at her boo boo, she went to Jim for some comforting while I got some ice for her slightly swollen finger - and of course, the camera. Ahh yes, what's a Saturday morning without a little excitement.
It's taken Zoey a few weeks to settle in, but she's finally spending more and more time with us. Initially she isolated herself in the quiet living room but slowly she's made her way into the family room with us, jumping onto our laps, purring and wanting her head, neck, ears and throat rubbed for as long as possible. Saturday afternoon for the first time Zoey jumped up on the couch and settled in right next to Helaina. "Look, Mom, look look look! Zoey's laying with me for the first time!" - Helaina was thrilled.
So they rested together on the couch ...