How was your week? Here are a few highlights from mine:
Yesterday we caught Strider as he was finishing up his breakfast. So we don’t know what he actually killed.
I guess he doesn’t like eating tails. So we had a little Biology 101. What rodent has a white tail? It looks a little thicker than a mouse or vole, but what? A rat? Doesn’t that tail look a little short for a rat? We don’t know.
2. Then there’s this, which we almost missed.
3. Remember that Ditch Fire we had a week or so ago? Well, the Fire Chief invited the boys out to the station for a private tour. So I asked my father-in-law to take them, and he did. They all loved it.
They even let the boys get in their trucks and spray their hoses.
4. Someone drove by and knocked our mailbox over. Bummer.
5. It was the Feast of the Assumption last Wednesday. So after Mass, we went to the local donut shop and ate donuts. Besides the normal kinds of donuts, they had oreo cookie donuts with chunks of oreos on the frosting and donuts made to taste like snickers candy bars. The animal cracker donuts with pink frosting were a hit among my girls.
I’m all about cats killing animals, especially of the rodent variety. And I don’t mind at all if they proudly drag those dead carcasses into my garage. And it’s really not so bad that those dead things sit there until I notice them, whereupon the cat proudly rubs against my leg and then eats it.
But robins? No, this is where I draw the line. These lovely birds are a sign of spring! They’re a sign of life! And beauty! They’re one of the first birds to return to the cold, cold North after ten months of winter!
You know what my Grandma Martha used to say about shooting robins, right? (Click HERE for her murderous threats to guns and little boys even thinking of such things.) I wonder what she’d do to this cat?
You bet Strider ate this robin too. But no, not the feathers. They were strewn all over the place. I had to have my son vacuum up his mess. At least with mice and gophers, the whole thing disappears – snouts, tails, guts, and all.
How did your week go? Here are a few highlights from mine:
At the Easter Vigil, the lady sitting behind my husband was genuinely concerned that the toddler might start something on fire. Like my husband. So she kindly tapped him on the shoulder and offered to hold his candle, but of course he could not give up the candle because then the toddler would scream. Candles are so much fun at Mass!
Anybody have problems keeping toddlers in Time Out?
My toddler was supposed to be sitting in the Time Out Chair, but if nobody’s watching her, of course she’s going to get out. Here’s where I found her this morning:
No, this is not her crib. No, those are not her pacifiers. But she thought it would be really fun to climb into her baby sister’s crib and pretend to be the baby.
3. Why say something in 3 words when you candy it in thirty? This is the motto of my fifth child, a girl of course. “Mom, she pulled my hair. And it really hurt, and I told her that. She grabbed my hair like this, see? Then pulled it really hard, like this. Then I cried, and told her to stop it, but she just laughed and kept right on pulling. Mom, I really don’t see why she gets away with this sort of behavior all the time…” Blah, blah, blah.
4. My parents visited us for a few days. My dad is a great story teller. This time it was all about guns and rodents. He grew up on a farm with 7 brothers and sisters, and for awhile they had chickens, like a lot of chickens. Seriously, 12,000 of them. Now being the youngest, it was his job to pick eggs with his brother. Of course they had egg fights, but the real fun was shooting the rats with a BB gun. There was never a shortage. And then for more fun, they’d go find the bull and shoot him in the behind, just to watch him tear around a bit. Then when they were sick of that, they’d shoot pigeons. But never, never did they shoot any robins. For they were always sternly warned by their mother, “If I ever, ever catch you boys shooting any robins, I’m gonna take your guns, I’m gonna give your guns to your father, and he’s gonna run ’em over with the 806!” (An 806 is a tractor, by the way.)
My dad’s mother is the same woman who wore lipstick every day of her life. For good measure, here she is:
5. Drink of the week: Lemon Martini. I know, I know…it’s not a real martini because it’s made with vodka instead of gin. But let me tell you, it’s great.