Cold Feet

For as long as I can remember I have experienced a biological phenomenon that I have yet to read about in any text book or medical journal. I am therefore naming it pedipolarism. The symptoms are as follows; whatever I have done in a day and whatever time I choose to go to bed, simply because I have decided to go to bed, my feet become freezing cold. And because they are cold they will, by natural response, seek another source of heat (usually my husband's legs) to reach a thermal equilibrium. I have decided to do some very scientific research, by posting this to my blog, and see how many other women suffer from this uncomfortable diagnosis.

Catwalk

Here are a few pictures of my fist (and only) fashion show. It was at the Karcher Mall and was, of course, for the pageant. I am happy to say, I didn't fall, even when my four inch heel went through a crack in the runway. It wasn't as nerve wrecking as I was anticipating.

The Case of The Missing Mouse

A few posts ago I mentioned a bazaar happening at our house. We had set some mouse traps only to find that the next morning one of the traps had completely disappeared. There was a smudge of blood along one of our baseboards but the trap was gone. We even pulled out the oven to see if the mouse had somehow dragged the trap under there, but all we found were hairballs, crayons and general nastiness (as if that isn't gross enough with out looking for a mortally wounded, half dead mouse). It grossed me out all day so when Paxton came back home I had him pull out the oven again but I wanted him to look behind the cabinets. So, he went and got a flashlight and crawled into a corner behind our lazy susan. Back there, he found a lemon sized hole chewed in the drywall and a bloody trap sitting outside of it. I guess the mouse had been caught in the trap, somehow dragged the under the stove, behind the cabinets where it got stuck at the hole in the wall. Then somehow it got rid of the trap, crawled in the hole and died somewhere in the walls. So, I am supposing that somewhere we have (not skeletons in the closet) but skeletons in our walls. There also was a suspiciously bad smell coming from a room on the other side of the house that Paxton suspects was the remains of the mouse. For someone who likes their house neat and organized, that very though makes me want to gag. I don't think there is a moral of this story, nor is it useful in anyway. However I hope it is enough to scare away any other mice that should contemplate entering our home. Seriously, seriously gross...

Here fishy fishy...

While we were in Utah for my sister's wedding we decided to tryout the Living Planet aquarium in Utah. It was really cool. The kids had a blast and were talking about it for days. Even if you ask Bryce about it now he will say, "I got to pet a sting ray but they took off the stinger and they feel kind of like hot dogs." Anyway, if you are around there I would definitely recommend it.
There was a medium sized shark tank:

And a ray pet tank:


This was some kind of eel:

This is a clown fish (or a nemo). These have always been my favorite since I was a kid and would go snorkeling in the Red Sea. They are really playful little fish and aren't too shy.

My bad

To add to my list of things I have done to embarrass my kids (up there with letting our dog get on the bus and unknowingly letting Avery go to a playground in a dress without any underwear on under it) today I sent Bryce to school with a note for his teacher in his backpack. I guess I had forgotten to unpack one of the pockets of his backpack from our trip the other week because instead of pulling out the note for his teacher he pulled out a handful of girls underwear in the middle of his Kindergarten classroom. It's a good thing I'm not running for Mother of the Year.

More Dinner Time Chaos...

More randomness from our dinner table:

Avery: Bee's make honey
Me: That's right, but please chew your food. That's gross when if falls out of your mouth.
Bryce: If you put a shark in the bathtub you will get a lot of exercise.
Paxton: How?
Bryce: Swimming away!
Shaylee: Dinosaurs eats eat like this. (With meatball hanging out of her mouth)
Me: Shaylee that's gross. Please use your manners. And don't spill your Kool-Aid it will stain. (To Paxton): I think we have been letting our kids watch too many Walking With Dinosaur movies.
Avery: Dinosaurs have manners? Lobsters are nice. They don't crush you because we eat them.
Bryce: If you put a raptor in your bathtub you will get lots of exercise running away like this... (Bryce, bolts from the table)
Me: Bryce, sit down please and don't spill your drink please.
Shaylee: what if you put a T-Rex in your bathtub?
Me: You get a new bathtub... and house.
Bryce: Uh oh... is it ok if you spill red Koolaid on a shirt that is red already?
Me (to Paxton): What if you have three raptors at the dinner table?
Paxton (with kids chomping, chewing, spilling and growing in the background): What?
Me: You just try to survive with as little carnage as possible.

Brrr...

You know you live somewhere cold when it hits 48 degrees and you go out for a picnic (or ride your motorcycle).