Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Pooh Takes a Bath

My daughter is absolutely obsessed with Winnie the Pooh. She has dolls, books, movies, etc. Well she is also almost 2 years old...so the curiosity and tantrums have started! As well as the sense of independence...
Today, she decided she wanted to give her winnie the pooh doll a bath. She started with a cup of water pouring it over his head... I guess she thought a shower would be easier to start with. But when mommy got upset about the water all over the living room floor, she decided to try the bathtub. When I heard water running somewhere, I could only imagine what she was up to...Pooh was soaked! As I started to wring him out, I couldn't help but laugh! I set him in the sink to dry and my daughter lost it. She was screaming at me!! I looked down at her and she was pointing to the towels. I pulled one out and wrapped Pooh up in it. She snatched him from me and stormed out of the bathroom. I found her a couple minutes later tucking him into bed. I guess she had a plan the whole time!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

An Unwelcome Housewarming Gift

We moved into a new home! Yeah! But along with that came an unwelcome housewarming gift…ants! The house we moved into was built in an old horse pasture and had sat empty for about 18 months. So the ants took it upon themselves to move in. We have a pest control company that we use and they have been out several times. The last time, they sent the “ant expert”. I didn’t know such a thing existed. He said our entire yard was one big ant colony. That’s good news! And that they had more than likely moved into our vinyl siding. Isn’t that exciting! Not only do we have a beautiful new house, we have millions of pets!

To add to the news, these ants can get anywhere in the house. Most times unnoticed…for a little while. Like the time I didn’t notice they had taken over my 2 year olds bed! So the first time he came to my bed during the night and climbed in, I carried him right back to his bed. The second time he came to my bed, I was too exhausted and just let him stay. I still didn’t notice the next morning and the cluelessness continued when it was his nap time. I like to rock him to sleep still and I noticed he had a couple ant bites on him. I couldn’t think of where he might have gotten them from. After he had fallen asleep in my arms, I asked my 7 year old to check his bed and make sure his pillow and blanket were ready for me to lay him down. That’s when the ants finally became noticed! My sweet little 7 year old squealed and came running telling me his bed was covered in ants, especially his pillow! This was only the beginning. Since then, the ants have moved into the kid’s bathroom, visited the kitchen, taken a bath in my garden tub and played with the toys in the toy room. The final straw came 2 nights ago. They decided to have a slumber party with my 7 year old! She woke up with bites on her eye lids, which had swollen up to the size of golf balls, and all down her back!

I have had enough. This gift must be returned! I will not lose my home or my children to ants!

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Fish Update

An update on our fish tank: The master of the tank, Angel, finally passed away. We got a red-tailed shark we called Shark Bait and he decided he wanted to be master of all things water. Not only did he annoy Angel until it was found stuck to the filters, but it picked and fought with the other 10 fish we had bought of various species until all but 2 were gone!! With another child on the way, we decided it was not worth the stress and decided to put the massive 75 gallon tank in storage. But what do you do with the 3 fish left? My husband wanted them to take a ride on the porcelain express, but I couldn’t handle that. So in the process of emptying the tank, I finagled all three into a little bucket and contacted a local aquatics store that said they would buy them from me. In the process of getting the kids in the car and finding plastic wrap to put on top of the bucket, Shark Bait sadly committed suicide! He jumped right out of the bucket and landed on the desk. I came back to find him barely breathing and unable to resuscitate! I guess the porcelain express sounded better then the pet shop!