Milly’s Ninth Birthday

Milly was born at 1:10 AM on this day nine years ago. At 1:10 AM today, Tristen and I had just finished giving the boys their late night bottles and were taping Happy Birthday streamers across Milly’s door to trap balloons there so when she opened the door they would spill in on her. It was Tristen’s idea, and she remarked that if Milly happened to get up at like 3 AM to go to the bathroom and open the door, it might be terrifying to have things unexpectedly fall on you in the dark like that. We took that chance. Fortunately, Milly didn’t open her door until about 6:30. I heard her get out of bed and had the …

Farewell, Cobb

Amanda texted yesterday to tell me that Cobb wasn’t doing well. Cobb, short for Mr. Cobblepott, was a cat we adopted when we first moved to Wilmington. He was actually living under the house we rented, having been left there by the previous occupant. Sometimes we’d hear him under there and we started leaving food out for him. One day the front door was open and he just ran inside. After that, he was our cat. He was a very sweet cat. He was big and yellow and had a pink nose when a few freckles on it. Since we already had Bruce, we had decided to stick with a theme and give him a Batman-related name. We thought he …