This week Steve and Joy gave Kate & Sarah a little table. We've been wanting one for them for some time but have been too lazy to actually go buy one. We're like that. When Steve walked in the door with the little table and chairs Kate was beside herself with elation (I'd say "with joy" but that might be confusing in this particular context.) She immediately began prattling unintelligibly about the table. Gesturing purposefully and nodding dramatically. Steve was able to make out the word "table" repeatedly, but that was about it. She ushered him into the kitchen and told him exactly where to place the table. She sat at it immediately and has since enjoyed all her meals there. Lola is thrilled, it's right at tongue level. Also pleased with the table is puppy Captain. See? Now it's the Captain's table!

Sarah is still too unstable for the chairs, alas. She has been temporarily marginalized. No matter, she's happy to hang out in her exersaucer, gnawing on her stuffed rat. Ironic for the rat? It's a stretch... but we can only hope the little rat bastards that have moved into the shed will see what's happening to their compatriot through the French doors in the kitchen and quake with fear.