What a whirlwind! Germany, Austria, Switzerland, skiing, working, Hanukkah, Hanukkah, Hanukkah, Christmas… breathe.

It has been a MONTH.

As the cookie crumbs settled on all the new things I need to find a place for, including a cat tree (more on that later), I was desperately craving Jewish-Christmas dinner: Chinese food.

My babies have been playing together 80% beautifully and 20% blood-curdling screams.

Mid-sibling fight I stuff them in the car and head to the restaurant.

There’s a pause in the brawl. BB comes up for air and says,

“Can I ask you something weird?”

“Of course.”

“Can RB and I have a sleepover?”

That’s not as weird as I was mentally preparing for. “If RB wants to.”

“Sure do!!!”

So the screaming is done and they’re ready for snuggles.

The Chinese restaurant is packed! There are multiple tables full of to-go bags. BB asks,

“Are all these people Jewish?”

“No way.”

If all those people were Jewish, I wouldn’t be filing away the millionth Christmas coloring sheet from school.

Many of RB and BB’s gifts were shared. The larger the physical size of the gift, the more likely it’s shared. Who’s got space for two American Girl doll vet clinics? Not I.

I’m still trying to make room for one.

So one cat. Two kids. I joked with Captain,

“Maybe we need two cats?”

He looked at me like I had truly lost my mind. Maybe I have. Maybe when there’s a cat tug of war, I will look prophetic.

Captain has joked about evening out the gender disparity and two male cats would do the trick. As long as we’re not worried about who has balls or not.

So the biggest concern for BB and RB is: where will this cat sleep? Will it understand that it needs to evenly divide its time between the two girls’ beds? Or will they have sleepovers in perpetuity?

Maybe the cat will just sleep with me.

What a year! One of the best and there are still two days left. Happy New Year! See you in 2026!