A gingerbread house! See photos
Getting ready for Christmas! more photos
And wandering around with my camera in the front yard while still in my pjs and bathrobe.....see more photos!
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
"I need an ice pack for my lips!"
So here's the phone call I got at work last week: "Mommy, izzat you? I burned my tongue on a hot pepper!" followed by much hysterical screaming. Corey came on the phone and 'splained that Milo had been fooling around in the garden, which has some leftover hot chili peppers hanging around in it. Corey noticed that Milo was playing with a pepper and told Milo to go inside and wash his hands and not to touch his face or put his hands in his mouth, as the pepper juice would sting like crazy. Defiant person that he is, Milo looked right at Corey and stuck both hands in his mouth. Much screaming ensued. Corey gave Milo some milk, and an ice cube and ice cream, but Milo still felt that he would feel better by calling me. Little did he know that I would crack up laughing (because I am a horrible person that finds other people's self inflicted agony infinitely amusing, especially when they've been warned) and then proceed to gut busting hysterics when I heard Milo say in the background, while Corey was talking: "I need an ice pack for my lips!"
As soon as I got home from work that day, I said to Milo "So, what'd you think of that hot pepper?" The answer: "Not good. And I don't know why you think it's funny!"
As soon as I got home from work that day, I said to Milo "So, what'd you think of that hot pepper?" The answer: "Not good. And I don't know why you think it's funny!"
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
this is Halloween
Halloween 2010: Lots of fun!! Milo designed his own costume: Skelevader, in which he was a skeleton Darth Vader, complete with a battle axe. The day before Halloween we had a little Halloween party for some of Milo's friends. It was a total blast. We did tons of different activities, but the favorite by far was "bobbing for brains." I didn't want to do the boring old bobbin' for apples thing, plus the kids probably wouldn't eat the apples once they were gotten....so I set up four big bowls half full of water and threw two ginormous marshmallows in each one. We stirred the water so the marshmallows would spin and be harder to catch. Those kids played that game for a looong time. All of them had crusty sugar water faces by the time they were done, and even grosser, they were drinking the slimy sugar water AND eating the soggy mallows. Apparently we've started a new trend in Halloween party games because a couple of the kids went home and showed their siblings how to bob for brains also!
Some other stuff we did at the Halloween party: Paint pumpkins, make masks, color in fancy Halloween cups, make ghosties, make candy spiders and eyeballs, guessed the goo (covered bowls of stuff like peeled grapes, cold spaghetti, etc) and have a cookie race. We also made our own goody bags so the kids would have something to haul their creations home in.
See the pictures!
And of course, we wrapped Halloween up with trick or treating in the big development down the street from our house. It was downright cold that night; Milo and I went out for about an hour, filled his cauldron and came back home. He's already planning on what to be for next year....
Some other stuff we did at the Halloween party: Paint pumpkins, make masks, color in fancy Halloween cups, make ghosties, make candy spiders and eyeballs, guessed the goo (covered bowls of stuff like peeled grapes, cold spaghetti, etc) and have a cookie race. We also made our own goody bags so the kids would have something to haul their creations home in.
See the pictures!
And of course, we wrapped Halloween up with trick or treating in the big development down the street from our house. It was downright cold that night; Milo and I went out for about an hour, filled his cauldron and came back home. He's already planning on what to be for next year....
Saturday, October 23, 2010
The latest happenings!
I got some new tattoos earlier this month. The sharks were destined to happen, of course, it just took me awhile to figure out exactly what I wanted. The water witch one is because that's what Corey calls me because I'm always yelling about the watery messes that occur around here (he thinks I'll melt if I get hit with errant water, like the wicked witch of the west, and now he has Milo convinced of that too, which is doubly hilarious when you consider how much I love the beach and swimming), plus everything that breaks around here that is expensive ALWAYS has to do with water: The hot water heater busted, the washing machine busted, we had a 10-inch flood in the basement, the well went dry, the kitchen sink didn't work, etc. I love my ink, and love the whole artistic/creative/painful process of getting one done, but we have more important things to spend our spare cash on.
Now it looks like we're going to have to build a catapult or trebuchet because Milo and I saw punkin' chunking in action today and he loved every minute of it! Immediately after the first gourd took to the air, Milo turned to me and said "Mom. Can we build one of those?"
The punkin' chunkers were at Prickett's farm in Lumberton, NJ. Today was their practice day for the big gig in Delaware in a couple of weeks, and they invited the general public to come in and help them work out the kinks of their trebuchet. The neatest thing about the event today is that the machine is built by kids in the Lumberton school's gifted & talented class! That particularly inspired Milo when he found out that lil' factoid. The wheels are spinning in his head already about how to build one. The next time we look out in the backyard, and Milo's fooling around on his own out there, I bet we'll see a full-sized catapult, with Milo attempting to lure one of the dogs into the pitchin' cup.
By the way, Milo's launch went 509 feet! Pretty impressive! Especially after the first launch that we watched went backwards.
Now it looks like we're going to have to build a catapult or trebuchet because Milo and I saw punkin' chunking in action today and he loved every minute of it! Immediately after the first gourd took to the air, Milo turned to me and said "Mom. Can we build one of those?"
The punkin' chunkers were at Prickett's farm in Lumberton, NJ. Today was their practice day for the big gig in Delaware in a couple of weeks, and they invited the general public to come in and help them work out the kinks of their trebuchet. The neatest thing about the event today is that the machine is built by kids in the Lumberton school's gifted & talented class! That particularly inspired Milo when he found out that lil' factoid. The wheels are spinning in his head already about how to build one. The next time we look out in the backyard, and Milo's fooling around on his own out there, I bet we'll see a full-sized catapult, with Milo attempting to lure one of the dogs into the pitchin' cup.
By the way, Milo's launch went 509 feet! Pretty impressive! Especially after the first launch that we watched went backwards.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
on a positive note
While I was at the dermatologist yesterday, the plumbers came and fixed our kitchen sink. It drains with gusto now!! I can actually wash my hands, rinse out the coffeepot or even dump un-drunk water down the sink now and watch it actually GO DOWN. WOOOOOOO HOOOOO. I know, most people don't get excited about a working sink, but I have been living with a non-functional sink for 7 years. After doing dishes, the water would literally take at least 2 hours to drain completely. Corey had done his best to fix it but we finally gave in to the fact that no matter how much snaking, plunging or venting we did, there was something seriously wrong with the pipes underground. It was time to call in the professionals, and the results are well worth whatever the cost is. The bill will arrive next week...I'm sure that Corey and I will both have to pick up our jaws off the floor when we open it, but we'll cross that bridge then.
I learned something interesting this week....
Taking care of a sutured wound is easier said than done. I had to have rather large mole removed from the middle of my back a couple of weeks ago, due to the fact that the mole was in "pre-cancer" phase, so the dermatologist told me to take care of it now before it turned into a melanoma. Ok, said I, thinking safe is better than sorry. The process used to take the mole off was excision, meaning that they literally cut it out of my back with a scalpel, going through all the layers of skin, in a wide oval shape around it. They sutured it shut with internal dissovable stitches and external stitches that had to come out. I signed off on a piece of paper that acknowledged I would have a scar. Little did I know what sort of scar I would have!
I walked around with my frankenstein stitches for a couple of weeks, then went back to have them taken out. I followed instructions on the suture care for the most part, except I let my OCD about germs take over for a few days and applied bacitracin to them when I shouldn't have. Don't know if that caused later problems or not, but it probably didn't help.
The nurse had a heck of a time getting my stitches out, and had to call in another nurse to help her dig the nasty scab out of the stitches. Apparently I am thick skinned literally and figuratively, as both of them kept saying "I've never seen scabbing like this." Whatever, I was so happy to have someone yanking those stitches out and relieving the godawful itch that nothing else mattered at that moment. Once they got that all done, they slapped a couple of butterfly-style steri-strips on the booboo and told me to apply neosporin twice a day right over the steri strips. The steri strips were supposed to fall off in a few days; instead they fell off that night. I didn't pay any attention, thinking that all was well.
Wrong!! Over the course of the next day or so, the excision wound opened up and the internal sutures started to rupture, as the steri strips were no longer holding it together. I had no clue; I was just cleaning the area and applying neosporin as directed, without really looking at it. My mom made a snarly comment that she didn't like the way it looked and I blew it off. Then Milo asked to look at my frankenstein scar and when I showed it to him, he said "Ewwww." Normally Milo says "Cool!" about stuff like that, so I finally contorted myself in front of the mirror and saw that instead of a neat little slightly open linear booboo, I now had a gaping deep hole that was filled with yucky stuff. Ewww indeed.
Mild panic attack ensued. I'm all for battle scars and whatnot, but I'm not into having infected bullet holes in my body. I could literally stick my pinky into the hole. Blech. I was back at the dermatologist office first thing the next morning, saying "What is wrong with this nasty thing??" The dermatologist told me that the sutures ruptured, it was too late to stitch it back up and to stop moving around so much so the hole would have a chance to fill itself in. (Um, hello, I'm alive, therefore I move all the time) The gunky stuff was actually skin that was trying to grow and attach itself to the edges of the booboo. Now I have to apply special prescription ointment that is both an antibacterial and will help the scar fill itself in, for two weeks. Ugh. But that is better than developing MRSA!!
So here's what I learned from this experience, that I will pass unto you for future reference: if you have to have stuff cut off you, don't expect the healing to be all neat and pretty, especially if its on your back (or any area that has a lot of constantly changing tension in the skin). Resign yourself to having a ginormous battle scar that will be bigger and more ugly than the original problem!
I walked around with my frankenstein stitches for a couple of weeks, then went back to have them taken out. I followed instructions on the suture care for the most part, except I let my OCD about germs take over for a few days and applied bacitracin to them when I shouldn't have. Don't know if that caused later problems or not, but it probably didn't help.
The nurse had a heck of a time getting my stitches out, and had to call in another nurse to help her dig the nasty scab out of the stitches. Apparently I am thick skinned literally and figuratively, as both of them kept saying "I've never seen scabbing like this." Whatever, I was so happy to have someone yanking those stitches out and relieving the godawful itch that nothing else mattered at that moment. Once they got that all done, they slapped a couple of butterfly-style steri-strips on the booboo and told me to apply neosporin twice a day right over the steri strips. The steri strips were supposed to fall off in a few days; instead they fell off that night. I didn't pay any attention, thinking that all was well.
Wrong!! Over the course of the next day or so, the excision wound opened up and the internal sutures started to rupture, as the steri strips were no longer holding it together. I had no clue; I was just cleaning the area and applying neosporin as directed, without really looking at it. My mom made a snarly comment that she didn't like the way it looked and I blew it off. Then Milo asked to look at my frankenstein scar and when I showed it to him, he said "Ewwww." Normally Milo says "Cool!" about stuff like that, so I finally contorted myself in front of the mirror and saw that instead of a neat little slightly open linear booboo, I now had a gaping deep hole that was filled with yucky stuff. Ewww indeed.
Mild panic attack ensued. I'm all for battle scars and whatnot, but I'm not into having infected bullet holes in my body. I could literally stick my pinky into the hole. Blech. I was back at the dermatologist office first thing the next morning, saying "What is wrong with this nasty thing??" The dermatologist told me that the sutures ruptured, it was too late to stitch it back up and to stop moving around so much so the hole would have a chance to fill itself in. (Um, hello, I'm alive, therefore I move all the time) The gunky stuff was actually skin that was trying to grow and attach itself to the edges of the booboo. Now I have to apply special prescription ointment that is both an antibacterial and will help the scar fill itself in, for two weeks. Ugh. But that is better than developing MRSA!!
So here's what I learned from this experience, that I will pass unto you for future reference: if you have to have stuff cut off you, don't expect the healing to be all neat and pretty, especially if its on your back (or any area that has a lot of constantly changing tension in the skin). Resign yourself to having a ginormous battle scar that will be bigger and more ugly than the original problem!
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Artsy fartsy sunflower pictures
Corey's sunflower garden is growing and blooming like gangbusters. I spent some time out there last week, just admiring the sunflowers. I'm impressed with how tall they are, considering rabbits ate most of them when they were still wee.
Check out my interpretation of sunflowers and the joy they bring to our yard....
Check out my interpretation of sunflowers and the joy they bring to our yard....
First day of school
Milo's first day of kindergarten was 9/2/10. So far he likes it a lot. Who wouldn't, it's only 2 hours long!!
The first day was full of the typical first day fun for Milo: the excitement of getting on the bus, and trying on his new backpack, meeting all his new friends, etc.
See some pix!
The first day was full of the typical first day fun for Milo: the excitement of getting on the bus, and trying on his new backpack, meeting all his new friends, etc.
See some pix!
Monday, September 6, 2010
just call me...exhausted
It was a perfect weekend for camping. Milo and I spent Saturday night out in the tent, in which he slept fine and I slept fitfully, seeing as how the ground is a lot harder than my bed. Last night we camped out again, this time with the last minute addition of Milo's good buddy Jack. Big mistake.
Just as we were getting ready to go to sleep, Milo said to Jack, "Watch out for the zombies." Milo fell asleep right after that while Jack stared at me for awhile. Then Jack had to get up to go pee at 3 in the morning. He woke me up and I helped him find his way inside. We came back to the tent and got settled in again, and then Milo woke up. They decided they were too cold to stay outside so we came inside. They were wide awake and being VERY NOISY despite my repeated attempts to separate/hush/tie them to chairs. As a result of being up so goshdarn early both boys were sorta cranky the rest of the morning and argued about EVERYTHING. I think the only thing they agreed on was to argue. They were driving me insane. Corey, lucky man that he is, was at work!
Jack went back home at 11am and Milo proceeded to whine and fuss and insist that he was not tired the rest of the day. There just was no pleasing that kid today, the brat factor was turned up to 150, which is about 10 times more than normal. To top it off, the neighbors have had their screaming grandkids over all weekend with two grand-dogs in tow. Our dogs have been going insane with the barking because of the different dogs. In fact most of the dogs in the neighborhood were up in arms about the new dogs and spent lots of time barking at each other. Very 101 Dalmations. Anyway, between the screamers, the barkers and the whiners, its a wonder I have any brown hairs left on my head at all. I was never so happy to see Corey come home this afternoon....and he was early, a double delight!!
To work off the joys of the day, I went for a bike ride after supper. My knees did not appreciate it but my brain and my emotions did. By the time I got back (only 45 minutes but it was like a week long spa vacation) I was back up to speed and feeling more like my usual "i can handle anything" self. Thank you, Corey for giving me that pinch of "me" time!! I needed it in a most desperate way.
Just as we were getting ready to go to sleep, Milo said to Jack, "Watch out for the zombies." Milo fell asleep right after that while Jack stared at me for awhile. Then Jack had to get up to go pee at 3 in the morning. He woke me up and I helped him find his way inside. We came back to the tent and got settled in again, and then Milo woke up. They decided they were too cold to stay outside so we came inside. They were wide awake and being VERY NOISY despite my repeated attempts to separate/hush/tie them to chairs. As a result of being up so goshdarn early both boys were sorta cranky the rest of the morning and argued about EVERYTHING. I think the only thing they agreed on was to argue. They were driving me insane. Corey, lucky man that he is, was at work!
Jack went back home at 11am and Milo proceeded to whine and fuss and insist that he was not tired the rest of the day. There just was no pleasing that kid today, the brat factor was turned up to 150, which is about 10 times more than normal. To top it off, the neighbors have had their screaming grandkids over all weekend with two grand-dogs in tow. Our dogs have been going insane with the barking because of the different dogs. In fact most of the dogs in the neighborhood were up in arms about the new dogs and spent lots of time barking at each other. Very 101 Dalmations. Anyway, between the screamers, the barkers and the whiners, its a wonder I have any brown hairs left on my head at all. I was never so happy to see Corey come home this afternoon....and he was early, a double delight!!
To work off the joys of the day, I went for a bike ride after supper. My knees did not appreciate it but my brain and my emotions did. By the time I got back (only 45 minutes but it was like a week long spa vacation) I was back up to speed and feeling more like my usual "i can handle anything" self. Thank you, Corey for giving me that pinch of "me" time!! I needed it in a most desperate way.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Keeping us young....
Milo and I camped out last night. It seems that the older I get the harder the ground gets, despite many layers of padding underneath my sleeping bag. We had a grand old time sleepin' under the stars in the tent, and even took our breakfast out there this morning. The weather is perfect for camping...just cool enough to make the sleeping bags extra cozy. When we were kids Corey and I both spent lots of summer nights sleeping outside. I hope that Milo gets that bug as well; nothing beats camping when the weather is right.
Milo also wanted to practice skateboarding yesterday so Corey and I got our old boards out and were showing him some stuff. Corey is still a good skateboarder, my skills are a bit rusty. Milo gave it a fair try until he fell off and broke his butt. The kid needs a butt helmet in addition to his regular helmet and his knee and elbow pads.
Click here for photos....
Milo also wanted to practice skateboarding yesterday so Corey and I got our old boards out and were showing him some stuff. Corey is still a good skateboarder, my skills are a bit rusty. Milo gave it a fair try until he fell off and broke his butt. The kid needs a butt helmet in addition to his regular helmet and his knee and elbow pads.
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Sunday, August 29, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Play fair!
Just an amusing Milo moment:
Last night I took him to the park near our house, to practice riding his new giant-size bike and to play on the playground. Milo was running around with some other kids playing tag, and one kid in particular kept whacking Milo really hard, instead of just tapping him, when Milo got tagged. Milo got fed up after a few times and whacked the kid back. (at which point said kid got yelled at by his mother, I watched the whole thing and just let it play out...ya gotta learn to defend yourself sometime).
Anyway, after whacking the other kid back, Milo came running over to me and said "Moooommm....that kid doesn't know the rules & regs of playing tag. He's doing it all wrong!" When "rules & regs" came out of Milo's mouth, I about fell off the bench laughing. After I composed myself I suggested that perhaps Milo could teach the kid the appropriate rules and regs, so Milo ran off and talked at the kid for awhile, with much waving around of the arms. The other kid got bored of being lectured by a fellow five year old and ran off to play on the swings. Milo found some other kids to harass, I mean play with, and the games continued....this time following all the right rules (& regs).
Last night I took him to the park near our house, to practice riding his new giant-size bike and to play on the playground. Milo was running around with some other kids playing tag, and one kid in particular kept whacking Milo really hard, instead of just tapping him, when Milo got tagged. Milo got fed up after a few times and whacked the kid back. (at which point said kid got yelled at by his mother, I watched the whole thing and just let it play out...ya gotta learn to defend yourself sometime).
Anyway, after whacking the other kid back, Milo came running over to me and said "Moooommm....that kid doesn't know the rules & regs of playing tag. He's doing it all wrong!" When "rules & regs" came out of Milo's mouth, I about fell off the bench laughing. After I composed myself I suggested that perhaps Milo could teach the kid the appropriate rules and regs, so Milo ran off and talked at the kid for awhile, with much waving around of the arms. The other kid got bored of being lectured by a fellow five year old and ran off to play on the swings. Milo found some other kids to harass, I mean play with, and the games continued....this time following all the right rules (& regs).
Kindergarten Countdown
Milo starts school Sept. 2. That's less than a week away!! It seems like last week he was still tooling around in his exersaucer/walker thing and jumping like a crazy bean in his jumperoo. Our little guy is rapidly becoming a big guy.
I took Milo to kindergarten orientation earlier this week. That was quite an experience. For his teacher, not for us :) Milo decided he was going to be ultra-cool harley dude and dressed the part (in his mind) so he could impress his teacher, as he was meeting her for the first time. Tony Hawk skater t-shirt, hawaaiian shirt over that, cargo pants, lots of tattoos and his motorcycle cop sunglasses.
When Milo met Mrs. Cullen he turned around and said to me "Mom. She's beee-yoooo-ti-fulll." He's right, she totally is...Mrs. Cullen looks a lot like Sandra Bullock, and she's really friendly and outgoing. I had to leave him in the class and go talk to the principal of the school (who looks like he's about 12) and learn all about the classroom policies and the pta and all that happy stuff that goes along with having a kid in school.
When I got back to the classroom, Milo asked me if he could stay at kindergarten all day, since it's so much fun. That's a positive beginning! It helped a lot also that Milo also has a friend from daycare in his kindergarten class. Now Milo is eagerly counting down the days till school starts, unlike before, when he was absolutely dreading the enormous chore of going to school 5 days a week.
I took Milo to kindergarten orientation earlier this week. That was quite an experience. For his teacher, not for us :) Milo decided he was going to be ultra-cool harley dude and dressed the part (in his mind) so he could impress his teacher, as he was meeting her for the first time. Tony Hawk skater t-shirt, hawaaiian shirt over that, cargo pants, lots of tattoos and his motorcycle cop sunglasses.
When Milo met Mrs. Cullen he turned around and said to me "Mom. She's beee-yoooo-ti-fulll." He's right, she totally is...Mrs. Cullen looks a lot like Sandra Bullock, and she's really friendly and outgoing. I had to leave him in the class and go talk to the principal of the school (who looks like he's about 12) and learn all about the classroom policies and the pta and all that happy stuff that goes along with having a kid in school.
When I got back to the classroom, Milo asked me if he could stay at kindergarten all day, since it's so much fun. That's a positive beginning! It helped a lot also that Milo also has a friend from daycare in his kindergarten class. Now Milo is eagerly counting down the days till school starts, unlike before, when he was absolutely dreading the enormous chore of going to school 5 days a week.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
family time!
We've been busy going out and about, to the fireworks, to car shows and most recently, to the Crystal Cave in Kutztown PA.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Thomas!
We recently took a day trip to Strasburg PA to visit with Thomas the Tank Engine, who came all the way to the US from the island of Sodor. We invited Grandpa Bob & Grandma Carolynn along for the ride, as Grandpa Bob is a huge fan of trains & railroad history.
We had a really great day, and couldn't have asked for better weather: warm, not hot, not humid, sunny & clear. Hopefully Milo will remember the trip for a long time to come!
In fact, he's the one that suggested we go. Milo kept seeing commercials for Thomas in Strasburg on PBS Kids and asked me if we could go. I was surprised that he was even interested in the idea, since he doesn't watch Thomas anymore, although we still do read the occasional Thomas book. Milo was very enthusiastic about it, so Corey and I checked into it to make sure Thomas was full scale and not some dopey little ride on toy...and away we went! Totally fun and worth the trip.
After we did the Thomas ride, we visited the Strasburg Railroad Museum. I hafta say that it just blew me away. I didn't retain much historical information but I loved wandering around and looking at all the trains and the various artifacts from when railroads and horses were the main forms of transportation.
For a photo journey of our Thomas adventure, check this out. And look here for Strasburg Railroad pictures.
We had a really great day, and couldn't have asked for better weather: warm, not hot, not humid, sunny & clear. Hopefully Milo will remember the trip for a long time to come!
In fact, he's the one that suggested we go. Milo kept seeing commercials for Thomas in Strasburg on PBS Kids and asked me if we could go. I was surprised that he was even interested in the idea, since he doesn't watch Thomas anymore, although we still do read the occasional Thomas book. Milo was very enthusiastic about it, so Corey and I checked into it to make sure Thomas was full scale and not some dopey little ride on toy...and away we went! Totally fun and worth the trip.
After we did the Thomas ride, we visited the Strasburg Railroad Museum. I hafta say that it just blew me away. I didn't retain much historical information but I loved wandering around and looking at all the trains and the various artifacts from when railroads and horses were the main forms of transportation.
For a photo journey of our Thomas adventure, check this out. And look here for Strasburg Railroad pictures.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Milo's 3rd graduation
By now it's getting to be old hat, but we're still proud of the kid. Milo graduated from pre-K on June 11, 2010 and will be off to kindergarten in the fall!
For a few quick pictures, click here.
For a few quick pictures, click here.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Look what the cat dragged in!
Literally! I was standing in the kitchen around 10pm on Thursday, and getting a snack, when I heard one of the cats come clanking in through the doggie door and start meowing like crazy. It was Monet, and when I turned around all I could see was that she had something pretty big and hairy hanging out of her mouth. Monet was so proud of herself for her catch that she brought it right to me and dropped it on my foot. The catch turned out to be a baby rabbit. How Monet ever caught the bunny is beyond me, because the cat is fat and lazy, plus she's inside a six foot chain link fence that she has absolutely no inclination to climb. The poor bunny must have squeezed through the fence to sniff out some good weeds, and Monet just happened to be in the right place at the right time.
Once she dropped the rabbit, it just sat there looking at me like "Help!" He was too big for my mouse catchin' box (more on that later) so I picked him up by his fuzzy little scruff and found a shoebox for him so I could transport him into the field across the street. By the time we were halfway across the field, bunny was hopping around in the box like normal, so he was fine. I let him go and he probably promptly came back to eat some more stuff out of our garden. When I came back inside sans rabbit, Monet meeped at me like "Moooommmm, you took my toy away!" Monet never outright kills anything she catches, she just plays with it and loves on it for hours until the poor things either find their way to us or drop dead of sheer exhaustion. This is where the mouse catchin' box comes in. I have empty tissue boxes stashed in strategic places around the house for when Monet is torturing a mouse (and occasionally, a chipmunk). All we have to do is put the box down near the poor critter in question, and they are so happy to have a place to hide that they dash right inside. We just have to put our hand over the hole, and take the thing out to the field for a new lease on life. I do wonder how many times I've caught the same mouse, on occasion, but there's just no way to tell.
Little guy was smaller than one of Milo's shoes!
Lookit those teeny ears!
Once she dropped the rabbit, it just sat there looking at me like "Help!" He was too big for my mouse catchin' box (more on that later) so I picked him up by his fuzzy little scruff and found a shoebox for him so I could transport him into the field across the street. By the time we were halfway across the field, bunny was hopping around in the box like normal, so he was fine. I let him go and he probably promptly came back to eat some more stuff out of our garden. When I came back inside sans rabbit, Monet meeped at me like "Moooommmm, you took my toy away!" Monet never outright kills anything she catches, she just plays with it and loves on it for hours until the poor things either find their way to us or drop dead of sheer exhaustion. This is where the mouse catchin' box comes in. I have empty tissue boxes stashed in strategic places around the house for when Monet is torturing a mouse (and occasionally, a chipmunk). All we have to do is put the box down near the poor critter in question, and they are so happy to have a place to hide that they dash right inside. We just have to put our hand over the hole, and take the thing out to the field for a new lease on life. I do wonder how many times I've caught the same mouse, on occasion, but there's just no way to tell.
Little guy was smaller than one of Milo's shoes!
Lookit those teeny ears!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
oh, the places we go
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