Category: Family

Mom is extremely frustrated with her son’s “quirks” and her daughter’s inability to be left alone for more that 2 minutes and has been stomping around and short tempered. Mom has run away to her room to fold laundry, still frustrated with one small, blond headed boy. The blond head appears at the door. “Mom, do you need any help?” He puts away some folded laundry.

Mom is trying to finish the chores she desperately wants to get done while a little brunette is screaming in the background. Little man notices a bottle poured, but still sitting on the kitchen counter. “Mom, I’ll just go feed Miller, okay?”

Mom’s hormones and frustration have reduced her to tears, so she has yet again retreated to her room to gain composure. Three year old again appears at the door and asks a question to which mom gives a short answer. Three year old asks if mom is sick because her voice sounds funny. Mom says no that she’s just sad. He ask why and she says she doesn’t really know. “Mom can I come get in your bed and just pat you for a little while?”

Mom’s trying to get out the door to Bible study and is taking the baby with her. The boys are staying home. The younger boy asks where Mom is going and she tells him, baby carrier in one hand, bag in the other. “Mom I’ll get the door for you.” He opens the back door and then scurries to the car ahead of her. “Now I’ll just open Miller’s door for you. Now, I’ll just get your door for you.”

Mom is trying to get dressed one morning and have maybe 5 minutes of privacy. For the ONE HUNDREDTH time she tells her son, “NO YOU CAN NOT COME IN HERE. I’ll come out when I’m dressed and when I’m ready!” “Um, Mom?” “WHAT!!?” “Do you need anything?” “Hhhhhh, no. (unless you can replace my tired, cold heart with yours, Sweet Baby).”

Dad asks son if maybe he’d like to go to Walmart and look at the cars and maybe let Dad know which ones he likes best. That way if son ever needs a special treat Dad will know what to get. Son thinks this is a great idea, but then says, “know what Dad, I have lots of cars, maybe I’ll pick one out for Mom instead.”

There are many more, that have sadly escaped me before I could get them written down. Hopefully, I’ll remember them and can add them later.

Happy Valentines Day, everyone- especially to the little boy who shows immeasurably more love to me than I ever do to him- thanks for the great lessons. I love you (and your daddy & sister, too!)!

It’s a little dark, because as mentioned in the previous post, we were celebrating at 3 in the morning. I was actually trying to get her to sleep when I remembered she’d slept through most of the big day and I hadn’t gotten a video of her (something we did on all of Wilson’s month b’days). So, here it is. Happy One Month, Baby Girl!

This video was taken in our backyard the morning after we had a hole cut in our house to remove the non-squirrel.

Apparently these five deer hung out in our front yard for awhile before running into the “woods” next to our house. I put “woods” in “quotes” because I think the entire area is fenced in on 3 sides (the 4th side being open to the street). These must be domestic deer that prefer the comfort of boundaries. Anyway, I missed the whole thing because I was still sleeping off the party Miller and I had at 3 am the morning of her 1 month birthday. You should’ve been there. We drank too much, threw up on ourselves, screamed at the top of our lungs. It was a lot like college parties, just no boys and we were in our jammies. Thank you to Phil & Wilson for the photos & video of the latest chapter in our adventures into the Wild Kingdom.

Well, you be the judge. After watching the above video, it would appear that we have another furry friend that has taken up residence with us. If your sound is loud enough, you can hear it scratching around in there. Our exterminator’s best guess is that another squirrel came in and got stuck- “makin’ too much noise for a mouse or a rat. So, you can leave it in there, it’ll die, stink to high heavens for about a week. Then, just as the smell is startin’ to get better, the flies’ll come in . . . ” What’s plan B? He “knows a guy” that specializes in animal removal. He’ll come cut a hole in the wall and get it out. That guy comes one morning, cuts a hole, and NOTHING is there. Not even “evidence” that something was there. We heard that scratching starting the night of the first “incident” and going off & on for about 2 more days! He asks if I know for sure that we had a squirrel the first time. I let him know the thing jumped at my head as I was videoing our dog trying to get it. He looks at me with just a dead pan face and says, “You still got that video?” I’m thinking maybe he can analyze it or something. I say I do. He then gets the biggest grin on his face and says, “You should send that in!” Okay, okay, thank you very much. There goes $150 and a morning shower that I’ll never see again. All for the ghost of squirrel.

PS- this is taking place in our dining room. We are still in the process of removing wall paper and pink & purple paint, so I haven’t really put anything where it goes. That’s why the dog is scampering around an obstacle course of framed artwork, silver platters, and other nick knacks.

Wilson asked as I was climbing into bed with him one night with sleeping Miller on my chest. “That’s just Miller snoring,” I said.

“You mean like Big Daddy and Paw?”

“Yep, just like Big Daddy and Paw.”

Just FYI I’ve had some time to settle from “the incident” and I’ve done a little editing and commenting. If you’d like a few more details on the rest of the day please revisit Plenty of Crazy to Go Around.