My tomato plants have survived the cat.  I moved them to a new counter that she can't access without pulling all of the plants down on top of herself.  I decided not to kill the cat:)  The plants won't go outside for another six or seven weeks so they'll have time to grow.  I also planted some echinacea which have come up and some pumpkin seeds that I saved from Halloween.  We'll see if they come up.  I think Jack would love to see the pumpkins growing.  He seems impressed by the tomatoes; he helped me plant them.  As for the echinacea, he just looks at me like I'm pulling his leg when I tell him the name.

This photo was taken last week and the snow has retreated even more since then.  Spring is here.  The geese have been arriving for weeks and the sun is high in the sky.  However, Jack believes that you do not have to go to bed if the sun is still up.  I have explained to him that the sun sets later in the spring and summer and that we have to go to bed while the sun is still up, even nana and poppa.

Last week when he was here, he opened up this drawer and was dragging stuff out because he said, "I make."  God I love that little boy.

We have a telephone meeting tonight about Gracie taking him unsupervised which will happen because her sister and mother are leaving town next week for a few weeks, another holiday.  Nothing I can do about it, it's been decided already and the phone call feels like a formality.  I feel sick to my stomach about it.  Probably not helping my stress.

We will insist that we still take Jack for three nights a week.  He has his daycare here and his friends which are important to him.  Gracie has arranged for him to go to another daycare close to where she lives.  I don't trust her or her judgement went it comes to him but I have to, at least until she fails.  I don't want her to fail but she hasn't been sober since Jack was a month old.  She did manage to stay sober while she was pregnant but I guess time will tell.  She still doesn't have a job.  She refuses to talk to us, like this is our fault somehow.  Deep breaths.

I'm off work now for four to six weeks.  I couldn't take the foot pain anymore on Monday so I saw my doctor on Tuesday who put me on leave for two weeks and told me to see a podiatrist.  Yesterday I saw the podiatrist who put me on leave for four to six weeks and told me to use a cane to lessen the strain on my left foot.  I'm to do twenty minutes of stretches a day and see her again in two weeks.  She also talked about shockwave therapy which sounds like it might hurt.

It's Jack's birthday on Saturday.  He'll be three years old.

And that's my life so far.  

Update, Lori, Jack's other grandma has covid now so she won't be going away and will be availabe to supervise Gracie when Jack starts staying overnight with his mom again.  I'm thankful.