Yesterday, the kids were swimming in the pool so I decided this would be a great time to pull those pesky weeks growing so freely in the rocks as if they were planted with love. Making my way carefully around the edge of the pool, (now when I day edge, I mean walking along a 10" stone path that if I step off one way I'm in the pool - the other I'm in a sloping rock bed) pulling those thick green weeds. I get three-fourths way around when I find a pile of shredded fur and call over to my sweet hubby (who has been blissfully watching me balance the edging, waiting for the entertaining splash of my clumsy body into the cool water - just for the sheer joy of the moment) "hey, I think I just found a mouse hole!". A few more tugs at some pesky weeds and all of a sudden the earth under the rocks move. I quickly rise and half run/half fly away from the moving giant man eater mouse hole. I yell back, "it's definitely a mouse - you need to set some traps to catch it now!". Of course he smiles that handsome smile and cheerfully yells back, "where am I supposed to get mouse traps now - pull them out of my butt?!". Oh what a sweet talker he is. Of course, my not wanting to be out done with any sarcastic behavior, I whizzed past him into the house stating, "I'll get you some traps!".
[Now the day before while searching for another object, I just happen to run across a new package of mouse traps. Why?.. well I believe that God placed them there for me to find just for this moment, of course.]
I come back with my prize, stretch out my hand in one swift motion and gave him the package - so he can DO HIS JOB and catch those filthy, disgusting, creepy mice.
He laughs and without hesitation proceeds to add the ever-popular cheese bait to the traps and with great thought places those traps so they flank the hole and will catch the mice no matter which direction they emerge from their hole.
The next day (out of sheer gross curiosity), I go out to the pool to glare at the snapped mice in the traps that my mighty hunter set the night before. As I rounded the edge I was discouraged to find that not only did those horrible mice not fall for the traps, but that they managed to take the cheese right off each trap without tripping them. Now how do mice manage that?.. twice!
Later in the ,I decided to check on the traps again. (I guess to see if they would be stupid enough to trip the traps without food?.. I don't know why.) But this time the kids follow me. So here I am, with four of my kiddos, each of us balancing on the edge of the pool looking for mice. (Just doesn't seem smart does it?!) Well, we see the ground moving again and my teen son decides he is going to move the trap a little closer to the hole. When he reaches for one of the traps, he (mid reach) sees the biggest mouse we've ever seen in our lives just inches from his hand! We all about fall into the pool trying to escape this monster mouse yelling and tripping over each other, when in a flash we realize what we've just seen... not a mouse but a rabbit! The cutest little short eared rabbit - just trying to hid itself from all these crazy people yelling and failing their arms like maniacs. After we all recover (no we didn't fall in) and pass the, "ooh... isn't it adorable" phase, we realize this little bunny is inches from a set trap. So my son grabbed a long stick and set off both traps.
Now those cute, adorable bunnies can enjoy their home under the rocks, near the pool, a little while longer - without the dangers of the crazy, wild, two legged creatures trying to injure them.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Yesterday I smiled a lot
I woke up and found my 9 & 11 year old children babysitting the twin babies.
My 16 year old daughter made coffee and biscuits for breakfast.
My 18 year old wanted to watch Heroes on the internet to catch up; with me.
My dear friend called me for prayer.
My 9 year old daughter came to me while I was washing dishes and said, “Here mom, eat this ice cream and take a break. I will wash the dishes for you”.
My two girls helped me remake my bed.
I watched my 18 & 11 year old boys watch the home run derby together with excitement.
My 2 ½ year old is reading books to his baby brothers.
My sweet hubby text me several times to just tell me he loves me.
My 16 year old fix the 9 year olds hair today.
My darling hubby went grocery shopping on his way home from work.
Everyone enjoyed dinner.
The kiddos gathered all the trash and took it out for trash day.
That great hubby put the babies to bed.
Yesterday I smiled a lot!
My 16 year old daughter made coffee and biscuits for breakfast.
My 18 year old wanted to watch Heroes on the internet to catch up; with me.
My dear friend called me for prayer.
My 9 year old daughter came to me while I was washing dishes and said, “Here mom, eat this ice cream and take a break. I will wash the dishes for you”.
My two girls helped me remake my bed.
I watched my 18 & 11 year old boys watch the home run derby together with excitement.
My 2 ½ year old is reading books to his baby brothers.
My sweet hubby text me several times to just tell me he loves me.
My 16 year old fix the 9 year olds hair today.
My darling hubby went grocery shopping on his way home from work.
Everyone enjoyed dinner.
The kiddos gathered all the trash and took it out for trash day.
That great hubby put the babies to bed.
Yesterday I smiled a lot!
Monday, July 6, 2009
Tales of a Two Year Old
I woke this morning before day break to the sounds of my two year old crying upstairs. As any good mom would do, I nudged his father to "take care of it". Well, that great plan failed, so I drug myself out of bed and up the never ending stairway that has no less than 2000 steps, (yes I counted them on the way up). As I navigated my way through the new house to the babies room, I am in rhythm with his cries shushing him into silence... like this actually has ever worked - why I tried it in the wee hours of morning?, I can only chalk it up to sleep deprivation. I finally reached Tristan (the two year old in question) and found that his problem is nothing more than his desire to pee-pee in the potty (for the two tiny m&m's he receives as a reward). Now there is no way I'm giving my two year old candy at 5:30 in the morning - is he crazy!? So our day began with an unhappy T-man and a crazy mommy. Being the perfect mom I am (right!) I let daddy have his special time with the T-man, of course I choose this to be 6:30 in the morning as daddy is trying to get ready for work. I catch a few z's and am awakened by said daddy/hubby stating that he's off to work and that little Tristan has had cereal and is watching cartoons. I love that man!
OK - fast forward to the fun stuff...
It was an easy day until Tristan began his exploration of the new house. So far today I have discovered him scooting the dining room chair in front of the refrigerator to sneak candy. What's so strange about that you say?.. nothing. This is just how it all started. He came to me later saying he had to poopie - great I thought!.. after all, we are potty-training. Well he pooed in his diaper, dug it out between his legs and so graciously placed it in the potty and flushed it for mommy, but needed his fingers cleaned! I, of course, just smiled at him lovingly and thanked him for his thoughtfulness... NOT! I freaked out looking for a pile of poo hoping it wasn't the runny kind. Thankfully Tristan loves to re-enact his deeds... I am assured it was all flushed with no harm done to the planet.
Later on I hear him crying to me, "mommy help!" so I followed the echos and found him upstairs in Evelyn's room (his 9 year old sister) on the top bunk with all her hair accessories and makeup spread out over the mattress. I guess he thought it was time for a makeover. Not 30 minutes later, again the screaming, "mommy help!". This time I located him in my bathroom - naked - where he had somehow climbed onto the counter top. Why you ask?.. well it seems he wanted to brush his teeth. But the naked part - ??? What a good boy he is! whatever...
So the blessed nap time came and I was thrilled that I actually got the twins asleep and Tristan laid down all at the same time - a very rare occurrence. Evelyn and Avery, (the 11 year old brother) are outside playing hotwheels with the neighbor boy enjoying the rare cool July day when all of a sudden I see Tristan coming around the corner - dun dun dun... It seems that he wasn't quite finished with his makeover from earlier. He had managed to open, not one, but three (yes three) bottles of nail polish and proceed to freestyle paint his face, hands, legs and the one sockless foot lovely shades of pink, purple and silver. His nails were nicely done I must say, but I really didn't know if I wanted to beat him or laugh at him! Making him retrace his steps so I could locate the bottles in question, I discovered he had thoughtfully recapped them all and didn't spill a drop. Sweet child that he is. At least he had his clothes on this time!
Around four in the afternoon a friend of mine stopped by to pick up a bicycle the kids had outgrown for her son. We stepped in the backyard onto the deck, were talking and Tristan sneaked out and was standing by the pool - yes you can feel my fear even now. He decided to throw his blow up ring into the pool and thought it would be fun to reach out and grab it. With only a wet hand he was whisked into the house with a threat of death, (not really but you know we all want to say those things). After my heart regulated once again and the breathing subsided we were back to our fun-filled adventures inside. That wonderful daddy man came home and was just about to relieve me of my shift when I noticed a travel size tube of toothpaste on the floor - remembering earlier how badly Tristan wanted to brush his teeth, this momma realized it never happened. How can one get onto a boy for wanting to brush his teeth? Then I turned the corner and found a lovely pile of expelled toothpaste on the carpet just at the bottom of the stairs. With one more deep sigh I start scrubbing away with a damp cloth. *Note to all parents - toothpaste grows with water... never clean with a damp cloth. This little pile suddenly grew into a huge mass of white pasty ooze. Well, daddy man is here taking over the chaos and I am hiding writing this blog. Obviously the day isn't over, but hey - this is nothing more than normal for our home.
May all you parents have rest tonight, because you never know what tomorrow holds.
OK - fast forward to the fun stuff...
It was an easy day until Tristan began his exploration of the new house. So far today I have discovered him scooting the dining room chair in front of the refrigerator to sneak candy. What's so strange about that you say?.. nothing. This is just how it all started. He came to me later saying he had to poopie - great I thought!.. after all, we are potty-training. Well he pooed in his diaper, dug it out between his legs and so graciously placed it in the potty and flushed it for mommy, but needed his fingers cleaned! I, of course, just smiled at him lovingly and thanked him for his thoughtfulness... NOT! I freaked out looking for a pile of poo hoping it wasn't the runny kind. Thankfully Tristan loves to re-enact his deeds... I am assured it was all flushed with no harm done to the planet.
Later on I hear him crying to me, "mommy help!" so I followed the echos and found him upstairs in Evelyn's room (his 9 year old sister) on the top bunk with all her hair accessories and makeup spread out over the mattress. I guess he thought it was time for a makeover. Not 30 minutes later, again the screaming, "mommy help!". This time I located him in my bathroom - naked - where he had somehow climbed onto the counter top. Why you ask?.. well it seems he wanted to brush his teeth. But the naked part - ??? What a good boy he is! whatever...
So the blessed nap time came and I was thrilled that I actually got the twins asleep and Tristan laid down all at the same time - a very rare occurrence. Evelyn and Avery, (the 11 year old brother) are outside playing hotwheels with the neighbor boy enjoying the rare cool July day when all of a sudden I see Tristan coming around the corner - dun dun dun... It seems that he wasn't quite finished with his makeover from earlier. He had managed to open, not one, but three (yes three) bottles of nail polish and proceed to freestyle paint his face, hands, legs and the one sockless foot lovely shades of pink, purple and silver. His nails were nicely done I must say, but I really didn't know if I wanted to beat him or laugh at him! Making him retrace his steps so I could locate the bottles in question, I discovered he had thoughtfully recapped them all and didn't spill a drop. Sweet child that he is. At least he had his clothes on this time!
Around four in the afternoon a friend of mine stopped by to pick up a bicycle the kids had outgrown for her son. We stepped in the backyard onto the deck, were talking and Tristan sneaked out and was standing by the pool - yes you can feel my fear even now. He decided to throw his blow up ring into the pool and thought it would be fun to reach out and grab it. With only a wet hand he was whisked into the house with a threat of death, (not really but you know we all want to say those things). After my heart regulated once again and the breathing subsided we were back to our fun-filled adventures inside. That wonderful daddy man came home and was just about to relieve me of my shift when I noticed a travel size tube of toothpaste on the floor - remembering earlier how badly Tristan wanted to brush his teeth, this momma realized it never happened. How can one get onto a boy for wanting to brush his teeth? Then I turned the corner and found a lovely pile of expelled toothpaste on the carpet just at the bottom of the stairs. With one more deep sigh I start scrubbing away with a damp cloth. *Note to all parents - toothpaste grows with water... never clean with a damp cloth. This little pile suddenly grew into a huge mass of white pasty ooze. Well, daddy man is here taking over the chaos and I am hiding writing this blog. Obviously the day isn't over, but hey - this is nothing more than normal for our home.
May all you parents have rest tonight, because you never know what tomorrow holds.
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