The Best Day

Time

Well odds my bodkins it's Thursday, how did that happen? Probably the usual blur of Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, pre-school, library and tonight the swim team end of the year party where the whole family attends. The little brother and sisters weren't about to miss that. Tomorrow is F's 7th birthday! Not sure how that happened. Four little first grade boys will invade my house. And it's supposed to snow. And sleet. And be cold. Urph

Not One

Not one stinking good picture could I get. So ignore the angry 14yo and the equally annoyed 4yo, and the 6mo who was done taking pictures already.

It was a nice day, despite the snow. The snow that cancelled the Easter Egg hunt here in town yesterday. We, being made of sterner stuff, had our traditional Easter basket clues and searched diligently through the sleet and mire for chocolate bunnies. Family came, church was attended and the evening ended with a round of vomiting by the 9yo. Here's hoping it was too many goodies and not a virus. Please, not a virus!

The Four Year Old Follies

Lately, Mel seems to have been infected with some virulent virus that renders the victim a diva. All comments are made with a flip of the head and a hand on her hip. She does not like boys, even her dad and brothers, even her beloved 'Connie', because, well, they are boys. Duh! She does however adore her baby sister. Ad is her baby. She even thanks me for getting her a baby at the hospital. Hmm, if I'd only known it was that easy. Heck, I could have checked ebay. She also cracks me up, just saying goofy things. Most of which I forget before writing them down for posterity. Or her baby book. I think I did buy her a baby book. Anyway, while baking yesterday, I gave her the eggs to crack with admonishment to be careful. Her reply, "Don't worry mom, I'm a professional." Hmmm, lawyer, doctor, egg cracker, what will it be?

Cats and Dogs

This is stolen from Mommylife> I thought it was hilarious. Can you tell I'm a cat person?

EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY
Day number 180
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

Day number 181
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!


EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY

DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.

DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair ... must try this on their bed.

DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan.

DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.

DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...

If I'd Only Had My Camera

S went with the middle school band to contest today. On the way home the cargo area of the bus fell open and whose was the only instrument run over. Oh yeah, you knew it. It sort of resembled a combination of metal spaghetti, dented hubcap and brass bookmark. I wish I'd had my camera. I suggested the band director use it as an example of what happens if you don't practice.

I like Gilbert and Sullivan and this just seemed funny to em.

Spring?

So Tuesday we had freezing rain, Wednesday the kids had a snow day and we went sledding. Tomorrow it's due to snow a bunch more. Wah! I could use some warmth. And I know I have to get through mud season to get it. Maybe I'll just get a heat lamp.

Tonight was the last swim meet. Yeah! Monday starts track, Wah! And they'll probably have to run the halls of the school because it'll still be snowy and icy outside.

Today was a trip to the dentist and tomorrow is the optometrist. Followed by an exciting evening with Girl Scout cookie invoices. Do I know how to live or what? Two will be gone though. S is going to a friend's and F will be going to spend his first night with a friend. My cuddlemuffin is growing up. He still likes me best though.

Six Months

Addie turned 6 months on Saturday. Her sisters decided she needed her first food so gave her some cream of wheat and took pics. I, upholding my title as worst mother of the year, would have pitched her a cracker and totally forgot to take a picture. Good thing she has loving siblings.