McKenzie asked if she could read her Curious George book to Allison. SO cute!
We tucked McKenzie into bed and she begged to have her sister sleep with her. That wasn't going to fly, but I did let them cuddle while I read bedtime stories to them. McKenzie is already counting down the time until Alli is ready for a "sleepover". So cute! They love each other so much it makes me so happy (happy enough I tear up when I see Allison look adoringly at her big sister). I'm so glad they are going to have each other to play with, get in trouble with, vent to, annoy and love for the rest of their lives.
I love you girls!
On Friday my side of the family met up for dinner at Joe's Crab Shack. Afterwards my dad suggested that we go to Kohl's to pick out some pajamas for McKenzie to keep at his house in case she sleeps over. WHAT THE?! Yes you read that right, my dad suggested we go shopping. For clothes. So McKenzie can sleep over. Which she has done only one other time. What was even more surprising is that he picked out leopard pants and spent 30 minutes trying to find the right coordinating top. I'm not sure, but I think he may be wrapped around my daughters little finger. So cute.
I had more than my fair share of soda at dinner, so by the time we made it home, I really needed to potty. I plucked the girls from their car seats as fast as I could, tucked my keys into the pocket of my sweater and dashed into the bathroom. Plunk! The car keys fell right into the toilet.
I scooped them out and began the delicate balance of soaking them with lysol while trying to keep the clicker as dry as possible. Ugh. Did I mention I hate germs? If you see me with a nervous twitch driving down the road, it's not a seizure, I'm just thinking about what could be lurking on my clicker.
We had previously bought a pig and had it cut and wrapped in Richfield. Malory and Devin brought it up to us, so I had to unload the meat from the back of the Yukon. I pulled on the back door handle and the alarm went off. The very loud alarm. So, I RUN back into the house and grab the wet, tainted keys and try the clicker. Not working. AHHH! I begin a frantic search for the spare set of keys and finally silence the whailing.
Then, I remember that I could have used the key. HELLO!
I finally get to the boxes of frozen pig, which are VERY heavy and managed to get the first one unloaded into the deep freeze without incident. However, the handle on the second box breaks and frozen chunks of paper wrapped pig flesh go flying throughout the garage. With one very large ham roast landing squarely on my toe.
Just about then, Cris gets home. "Didn't you make me dinner?"
For the last few months, my husband and I have been hunting a mouse that found its way into our house. I’m more than a little paranoid about cleanliness and have a slight obsession with anti-bacterial products, so knowing there was a rodent hiding somewhere in my house has nearly driven me insane. With our house at the base of the mountain, and an open lot next to our house, we sometimes see mice around. They’ve gotten into my garage before – which I’m not fond of, but can deal with. But, needless to say, the house is a whole other story.
This mouse tried to be friendly. At night or at nap time the mouse would sneak out to inspect the quiet house. I’d sometimes see him scurry into the living room and stare at me with curiosity. If I didn’t hate him so much, I might have thought it cute.
Since we’d dealt with mice in the garage before, we had previously considered ourselves prepared. Cris set a dozen mouse traps, but after a week, they remained empty. I grew impatient and bought another kind of trap. Then, we broke out the poisons. When those went untouched, we went to the store and bought one of every kind of mouse killer they had. Still no luck. I only mention these details so you understand my state of mind last night when Mr. Mouse came for another visit.
After McKenzie and Cris were asleep, Mr. Mouse came to visit Allison and I. I cursed at him and shooed him from the room. But, he came right back, unafraid. That ticked me off a little, so I put Allison to sleep in her crib and came back to the living room. I grabbed a bucket I thought I could trap him with and went back to my post. Sure enough he came for another visit. It wasn’t close enough for me to capture him, but close enough to drive me nuts. I scanned the end table near me for ammunition and had the option of: a phone, the remote control and a candle. I knew that if the remote or the phone touched the creature I could never use them again (no amount of disinfectant can kill mouse cooties, you know) so I settled on the candle. Carefully I slid over, picked it up, and hucked it at the mouse. It was probably a stupid idea, but I was mad, frustrated and tired. Not a good combination. But you know what? It worked! Mr. Mouse is no longer living. I woke up Cris afterward: partly to brag, partly to celebrate, but mostly because I needed him to dispose of the body.
I've been absent from the blogging world lately, but it feels good to be back!
I've had some kidney problems for the last two weeks, but I think they are finally resolved. At first they were afraid a disease was shutting down my kidneys, but it turned out it was a kidney infection and kidney stones.
I'd been dealing with pains in my lower back, but didn't think much of them until my urine was suddenly solid red from blood. I'll spare you the potty details, but it was a little scary to see. My poor doctor has to be sick of our after hours visits. Why don't these things happen during the middle of the day?
After close to a week, the pain became unbearable. I lied on the couch crying from the pain. It felt so much like the back labor I had with Allison. I called my mom and asked her to help take care of my girls since Cris couldn't leave work. And then I cried for feeling like a failure and a looser mom who couldn't care for her own kids.
I downed the pain pills (which is unlike me. I only had one half of a percoset after having Allison) and started on prostate medicine. If that doesn't make you feel feminine, nothing will! I couldn't nurse the baby while on the drugs, so had to pump. Pumping isn't my favorite thing in the world, but it is SO much less fulfilling when you're dumping the milk down the drain. Ugh!
Luckily the worst pains only lasted for a day. The stone stuck in my bladder though for another 5 days, and I finally passed the stone yesterday. I had no idea how poorly I felt until it was over and my entire body relaxed. It feels good to be me again! And to not have doctors orders to drink a gallon of water a day!
