Friday, August 18, 2006

Random stuff

My friend Michelle was visiting a few weeks ago... I was so spoiled to see her FOUR times in a week. The last few days I wanted so badly just to call her spur-of-the-moment and meet at the park or go take a hike or stroll around the mall. Oh well... maybe someday we'll get that chance again. In the meantime we'll have to make the most of her short visits! I miss her sweet heart.

This is a picture of Michelle and our kiddos (minus Carson who was a bit camera-shy) on a little hike. What fun!


Emma randomly decided yesterday that she now likes to sing. For almost 2 years now I've been singing to her hoping that she might attempt to sing along. No such luck! She always just sits and looks at me like I'm crazy. Well, all my silly singing finally paid off yesterday. She's been listening, because she knows the words and the tunes to songs. What a nut. She put on quite a show for us tonight. She is such a funny little girl.

I really wish I had some licorice to eat right now. It sounds good.

My sister had a GREAT ultrasound today. Her teensy weensy baby actually looks like a baby. What a miracle. God is SO GOOD. I'm so excited for her I can hardly stand it! I think about her baby all the time. I admit, it sort of gives me baby fever... but we're holding off another 4-6 months or so. (Gosh! That seems soon! Yikes.)

I'm thinking I really want to go to Nashville for the MOPS convention. Maybe someone will leave $500 at my door.

Maybe Gary will let me leave for awhile tomorrow to go Scrapbook! Aahhhh... wouldn't that be nice?

I'm really tired and I should go to bed, but my mind is flooded with random thoughts.

I have so many ideas in my head about projects I want to do and doodles I want to make and books I want to write and pictures I want to paint. Where in the world am I going to get the time and energy to do it all?

I started doing Turbo Jam... but SHHHH. Don't tell. Let's see if anyone can tell the difference.

Scratch the licorice... now I want chocolate ice cream. Nothing fancy, just plain old yummy chocolate. Delish.

Goodnight! :)

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Mousecapades

The other day I loaded the girls up in the car and ran back inside to get something. A came back out a few seconds later and Emma was laughing...

"What's so funny, Emma?"

"I saw a mouse!"

Now, hold it. Yes, we've had mice in our garage before and I hate them. They give me the creeps. I admit that maybe they're a tiny bit cute, but mostly I hate them. I don't like not knowing where they are and having them surprise me as they run from one corner to the other. And I really loathe mouse poop. Finding surprise piles of it in corners of my basement or garage really irks me. I seriously get chills and find myself paralyzed. I literally have to calm myself down, take a deep breath and just back my way upstairs when I spot it in the basement. (I know - get over it.) So anyway, I thought maybe, just maybe she was making it up. Although I wasn't totally sure that she'd actually seen a mouse, I didn't doubt it either. I just thought we'd killed them all with the rat poison...

"You saw a MOUSE? WHERE?"
(still giggling) "Over there!"

That's when she pointed to the yellow box of rat poison. I was not happy. Now I didn't think there was any way she was making this up.

"Mommy, it played peek-a-boo with me!"

OH GREAT. Now I knew she'd seen one. With it's head bobbing up and down or scurrying back and forth, of course she thought it was playing peek-a-boo! I was not thrilled. I quickly dismissed it, because I didn't want her to catch on to my fear of mice. As we pulled out of the garage, she sighed and said, "Mommy, I love the mouse." Great.

But then today...

We were loading up in the car and Emma asked, "Where my mouse is?" I said I didn't know, to which she replied, "Mommy, find it!"

I took a deep breath and said, "Emma, Mommy doesn't like mice. Sorry."

She gently put her hand on my face while I buckled her in and said, "Don't be afraid, Mommy. The mouse is friendly!"

Ohhhhhhhhhh sweet, innocent Emma. I laughed so hard.

AND I STILL HATE MICE.
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