H is a strange kid. He is a little brute! He has a big, heavy head and he likes to ram into things with it. Then he thinks it's fun, so he'll do it again. If he sits up in bed and hits his head on the wall, he'll think about it for a second and then do it again, and again, and again, until I finally stop him. He thinks it's funny. Yesterday he was eating and he stuck his finger in his mouth and puked up a little on his hand. He didn't know what was on his hand, he licked it, stuck his finger in his mouth again, gagged and puked again, licked it again, and then repeated it all over again. It took me a minute to catch on to what he was doing and then I cleaned him up and he went off to play. A few minutes later when I looked over at him, he stuck his fingers in his mouth again, gagged and puked and then laughed and did it again. He has done this several times since. I have to keep a pacifier in his mouth at all times or he is trying to gag himself. He is a very strange kid!
J wants a puppy really bad. So much so that he becomes very emotional sometimes about how unfair his life is because every boy needs a dog to love. When I load the dishwasher, H has discovered that there is water on the door that he can play in. His new trick is to lick it up off the door. GROSS! Then he took his sippy cup and dumped the water on the floor and then laid down in it a licked it up off the floor. I don't need to buy a puppy! I have a puppy!
Today I went to school to pick the older kids up to take J to get his glasses adjusted while Z had guitar practice. We drive a black sub and J and S informed me that it was embarrassing to have our car be so dirty. It really did need a car wash so after the glasses were fixed, we headed over to the car wash. While we were in the car wash, with the machine washing our car, J noticed a little mouse crawling across our windshield. We had a moment of screaming. Then he climbed back down into the hood of the car and disappeared. I spent the rest of the drive waiting for him to climb up my leg. We had a mouse in our garage a few months ago but we haven't seen him since. We set out some traps but obviously the peanut butter must be frozen because we have not caught a thing. I have swept out the garage a couple of times and every now and then I have found some more mouse tracks so I have been suspicious that we still had a problem. Now I know that we still do. So, my newly washed car is not parked in my garage but is currently parked down the street. I am hoping to freeze that little bugger out of my hood and then when he comes out he will be disoriented and not know how to get back to my garage and then he will go live in someone else's garage. I'm very generous that way with my neighbors.
So, as you can see, not too much out of the ordinary is going on around here. It has warmed up to about 40 degrees though. Could Spring really be coming????
11 comments:
Emma was like that with the head banging. I hated it!
Love the mouse story! I half hope he moves back in so you can blog about more amazing mouse adventures. But I like you, so I guess for your sake he moves at least 2 doors down.
Funny, Sweet, and Eeek. I have not had much to blog about either. I HOPE spring is coming.
FYI, I have heard that mice do not like dryer sheets. Maybe you could put a few in the suburban... And if you decide that a puppy is for you... I can hook you up!! :)
Okay, super gross, super weird, and super creepy! Great combo! How can you say your life is boring? I haven't had that much adventure in a long time!
May I offer two solutions?
#1 The black box mouse trap. I think it's made my D-Con and it worked like magic for me. You never have to touch the trap or the mouse and I think it tricks those little buggers into thinking it might be a mouse hole. I had a family of mice make a next out of dog biscuits in my engine. Long story short, the biscuits burned, my car stunk and I paid $300.00 to have it all taken out at the shop.
#2 Get a cat. Ours caught lots of mice and rats before it ran away, or was stolen or died. We don't know where he is. Maybe he was sick of staying outside and not being let in the garage like you're hoping will happen to your pet mouse. Also, this could solve your problem with J. Would a cat be a good substitute for a dog?
Good luck on getting rid of the pesky mice. Where there is one, there are probably many. Go buy the black box....you'll love it!
You don't need a dog--you need a cat! Not an inside cat like Grandma M's, but an outdoor or garage cat! We live in the middle of big fields, but the mice stay away because there are so many cats around. Good luck with that!
E figured out the finger down the throat thing when he was about a year, maybe 18 months old. The problem? We were driving and he was in the back seat in his carseat. Ick.
It drives me nuts when my four year old gags himself. I rush to him thinking he's choking on something and he's just smiling devilishly at me.
Did you feel the earthquake in Twin this morning??
Eeeeew, girlfriend! Not mice. :P I can't stand thinking about mice!
This was a funny little post. :) Cute little tidbits.
Good luck getting rid of 'the little bugger!'
Eeeeew!
I'm sorry that I laughed so hard at this post!
My 2 year old has been playing cat for the last little while and it just grosses me out that he eats (and licks) things off the floor.
You are so generous with your neighbors! Now if I notice a neighbors vehicle parked down the street I'm going to wonder :D
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