Wednesday, October 31, 2007

A Fall Sunday




Church sure makes a 17-month-old tired and grumpy!!!







Let's just say that we are counting down the weeks until nursery.




Good thing Daddy came home from home teaching to liven up the place!!

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Unwelcome Visitor

So, a little while back, David and I were sitting in the living room. It was getting to be pretty late, but David had Biology homework to finish up and I was up for moral support. As David worked on his diagrams showing mitosis and meiosis, I was just staring ahead into the kitchen when I saw it. It surprised me at first and it didn't exactly register what it was...I gasped and pointed and David looked up just in time to verify that I wasn't seeing things. We had a mouse in our house!! YUCK!


This is a re-enactment of what I saw (using a rubber mouse that I have no idea where we got it).






Immediately the homework was postponed so David could go see if he could catch it, but the unwelcome visitor had disappeared. We searched around and found the hole where it must be getting in from the crawlspace downstairs. Now I was totally grossed out! That yucky mouse had been walking on the same kitchen floors that Mason plays on every day. I worried to David that he might run into it one day get bitten. Of course, David had to inform me that if that happened, they would give Mason a rabies shot, no questions asked. Then he proceeded to tell me that a rabies shot actually consists of 9 very long needles that they stick in your abdomen. (David knows a lot of random trivia). So...the next while or so I spent gazing at my little boy's pictures on our walls and welling up with tears imagining him having to go through such a terrible ordeal.
Doesn't it make you sad to think of this innocent sweetheart getting bit by a mouse? (The story of why he's wet will be in another blog) :)



Anyways, this just happened to be the night in the week that David has the most homework, so by the time he finished it, it was around midnight. I didn't expect him to go get traps that night, but, being the protector of the family, he decided to make a midnight run to the grocery store and picked up some mousetraps and DeCon...so at least we could sleep semi-easier that night. The next morning, the first thing that David did was to go and check the traps, and I had no objections to that. I was in bed, and half expected him to come up the stairs with a dead mouse dangling from a trap. I know this sounds gross...but that's what my dad used to do when I was younger, so I just expected David to, as well. So, of course, when David came and dangled this: in my face, I screamed and hid my head under the covers.




Sadly, no mice had fallen victim to our traps that night.


I was so grossed out to even go in our kitchen, it was terrible. My morning consisted of cleaning out the bottom of our pantry, where we were pretty sure the mice liked to go. I found several packets of microwave popcorn that were chewed all the way through and that confirmed our suspicions. Here is a picture of the floor. They didn't touch the bags of rice or flour...the only thing that they got into was the popcorn.



Well, probably 4 days later, David was at a church meeting and I heard one of the traps snap in the kitchen. Mason and I were in the living room and I couldn't bring myself to go into the kitchen for fear of running into a hurt or bleeding mouse carrying around a mousetrap. When David got home, he confirmed that the mouse was dead, and that it probably died instantly. We haven't caught any since then, so hopefully there was only the one.


I hate bugs and anything rodent-like, I won't even touch my niece's hamster when I'm over there. What would I have done without David in this whole situation? I don't even want to think about it.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Chef in the making

I can't think of anyone that I know that is not very good at scrapbooking. Most people seem to be able to produce cute pages of memories for themselves and their families. Me, I just put pictures in an album and label them...and I'm 8 months behind in doing that. So I have come to terms with the fact that I'm not very good at scrapbooking.

I love looking at the finished product, but I am just not very crafty. That's why I was excited about this blog...so I could keep sort of a record about our lives. Well...my handicap in the scrapbook department seems to have slowly moved into my blogging. I was looking over the last couple of months of pictures, and I realized that it's been almost 4 months since I've put up any recent pictures. Don't get me wrong, I still think about different posts that I want to do, and take pictures accordingly...but I just haven't made the effort to put them together. So now I have a couple months worth of pictures and blog ideas that I would like to post. Why do I do this? Who knows. But I guess I have to start somewhere.


So, here are some pictures from August. Mason has always loved stirring things.

He also loves watching me cook, he goes crazy when he hears the oven or microwave timer go off because he knows that I will let him peek in and help decide if the food is ready. So....I took these pictures over a couple days...all in the same week. I know that they are kind of redundant...but I just wanted to show how intent he is. :)









As you can see, Mason likes to have a variety of ingredients for his stews. :)









Eyeball anyone? :)
































Both David and I have the tendency to stick out our tongues when we're concentrating...looks like it's an inherited thing.














Relaxing



















































Once I let him sit up here to watch me cook, he decided that he has to be up there every single time I'm by the stove.



David once made a comment that made me laugh...he was like "does it kind of worry you that our son likes to dance and cook?" Haha...not in the slightest, he also plays with trucks and balls and loves to get dirty...I just thought it was funny how David put it.