I spent the night dreaming about squirrels in the attic. Not just your garden variety squirrel, but tiny flashlight-toting squirrels who were spying on us from above. What can I say- night time is never boring. We discussed the squirrels this morning.
007: so, Ian, do you think there really are squirrels in our attic?
Ian: No!
Michael: How about raccoons?
Ian: just my pet one. He’s very nice. HISK, HISK.
Me: There is no raccoon.
Big Loud Thing has returned after a week away, and there is much rejoicing.
Can’t you tell?
Keeghan was the first to fall, but I’m sure we can trace this back to preschool if we try.
Keeghan woke up feverish and glassy eyed yesterday. By bedtime, Ian also had a fever and a very charming runny nose. This morning, I have reached the fever plus runny nose stage. 007 has either escaped, or is due for his fever in approximately 12 hours. Wish us luck!
On today’s edition of When Daddy Dresses Me, we find out what happens when The Dudes are left to their own sartorial devices.
IN FEBRUARY.
The moment at which The Dudes were seized by a sudden, burning desire to become Shriners.
Michael is discovering why “salvaged ceramic tile” is not a typical DIY project. There was a section of the wall that got knocked out during the Great New Year’s Floor Debacle, which he’s repairing. I suggested he just A) buy some of the cheapest tile available or B) not bother. But the one who does the work makes the decisions, and not only did he want to give tile work a try, he wanted a wall that matched for his efforts.
You see how that worked out. I’m not criticizing it, I certainly am impressed with his first time out and I think trying to recycle at the same time was very intrepid. But we do agree it’s just as well this is behind the toilet.
Michael: HOOOOAHHH
Ian: HOOOOAHHH
Michael: That’s right. You gotta do the sound effects or it doesn’t count.
Me: oh, is that the rule? It only counts if you yell about it? HERE I AM FEEDING THE BABY.
Michael: I love you.
Me: YEP, YEP, JUST GIVING THE KIDS LUNCH. SINCE WE’VE DECIDED EVERYTHING MUST BE HERALDED BY SHOUTING.
Michael: yes. Frat House.
Ian: mommy, why does Daddy keep saying Rat House?
Me: no, honey, Frat house. It’s short for fraternity house, which means a house full of brothers.
Ian: oh. Is this (Cliff Bar) for me?
