Monday, January 13, 2014

Dental work. (Aka: SUPER NUMB!)

Am I touching it?!

Lopsided numb face!!

Is my eye watering?  No?  Huh.  Feels like it.

What about my nose? Running?  Still no?  Hmmm.

I'm close though, right?

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Passive aggressive

Brody (dog) is passive aggressive.  I guess it makes sense when you think about it.  He's always so nice and submissive.  But I'm sure he can tell that he is not Dave's favorite.  
Dave left a coat, hat, and snow pants (hunting pants?) in a pile next to the garage door in the other living room.  The laundry room is right next to it.  I witnessed it all.  Brody came in the room, sniffed around, LIFTED his leg, and....
PEED all over Dave's stuff.   
I couldn't believe what I had just seen.  He was promptly put outside, and the clothes were thrown in the washer.  I got pee on my hands.  Ew.
You know, it's possible Brody was trying to help me.  Maybe he was trying to teach Dave a lesson--don't leave your crap on the floor for days.  
There is a third option:  maybe Brody is dumb.  He smelled something new and acted on instinct.  

Regardless of the mutt's thought process--or lack thereof--he will be spending a significant amount of time in his crate today.   

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Happy or painful?

I am babysitting two little boys.  They have been in bed for almost two hours, but they have been screaming and yelling for the past hour.  I checked on them when they first started to make sure the closet monsters hadn't emerge.  I opened the door and the noise stopped instantly.  Apparently they were fine.  I told them it was time to be quiet and go to sleep.  The screaming began again by the time I reached the bottom of the stairs.  

They seem to have quieted down now.  Hopefully they will actually sleep.

When I first arrived tonight, I noticed that ben's (the four-year-old) voice was hoarse.  I assumed he must be sick or getting sick, but now I wonder if screaming themselves hoarse is the new norm.

Friday, September 27, 2013


And I slammed my head into the sharp corner of a doorway today.  Cuz that's just what I do.  Dave calls me "Grace."

There's a bump on my forehead.  ��

3 and clothes

1 in the trap today.  We're at 3 altogether.  

After trying unsuccessful to put all the boys' laundry away last night, I realized I needed to sort their clothes again.  This honestly should be done every few months.  The bottom of 2 of David's drawers were literally being pushed out because they were so packed.

So, I did Noah's first.  I filled almost an entire laundry basket with just his clothes that were too small.  

Anything too small for David was passed directly to Noah.  And any of his clothes that I hated (worn out, stains, misshapen, um... Ugly) were thrown in the basket.  

Afterward, his clothes fit nicely and I fixed those two drawers that couldn't take the pressure.  

I scoured Noah's closet and couldn't believe some of the stuff that had made the last few cuts.  There was a 24m sweatshirt in there.  TWENTY-FOUR.  This child is four yrs old!  I'm assuming the sweatshirt ran big.  Oh, there was a 2T t-shirt stuffed in the back of his dresser too.   

Just have David's closet left to do, but I think it was done not long ago.

I like Dave'd idea of getting rid of the dressers altogether and getting a closet organizer.  We'll see. 

Thursday, September 26, 2013


No mice today.  Hmmm....  
Is it possible there were only 2??