I saw AND heard three (3!) DIFFERENT mice last night…in my room. I would have flipped out except for the mortifying, paralyzing fear that took hold when I saw those prairie rats run in the direction of my Little Guys’ room. OH. MY. GOSH!! I then realized I would be totally useless in a realy-life-emergency situation. Thankfully I married one of those calm, take charge, everything’s-going-to-be-ok kinda guys. He promises to kill off the mice and save our home.
Yesterday, while on the phone with THIS MOM I heard Judah squealing with joy (when he should be napping). I came downstairs to find he’d escaped from his room and pulled the entire brand new roll of toilet paper completely off the roll and scattered it around the house as well as swiped every visible object he could reach off it’s perch. He was doing his drunken-run around the house and giggling so much that I couldn’t stop laughing.
(Thanks to the wonders of modern technology and google, I found THIS special needs blog and was able to have a nice long chat with Vanessa yesterday. She’s a mom I plan on keeping in touch with…she’s a positive, happy woman who seems to have the right outlook on life.)
Yesterday, in the middle of a whole group of people, Jacob screams, “It’s COKE time!!” and by “coke time” I hope they all knew he meant “Coat time” (which is what we say when we’re putting our coats on) and not that I’m a drug addict mom.
This morning it’s raining sleet and I’m completely sold on the littlest Ginger and I taking a nap while the older Gingers are at work/school. I probably will fold laundry instead of napping to prove to my husband that I can actually keep up with my domestic duties (although he doesn’t really care, just enjoys teasing me about the mounds of laundry that pile up).
Speaking of my husband, here’s just a LITTLE SOMETHING he created. (If you use Instagram it’s actually pretty cool)