Kenny trying to convince Brayden that it really isn't that bad! (Friday afternoon)
Catching snowflakes! (Friday afternoon).JPG)
Warming up with some hot chocolate (Friday).JPG)
Saturday morning...there's the spoon!.JPG)
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Can you spot the sandbox?.JPG)
Brayden "sleeping" with her babies. I told her to go night-night and this is what she did!.JPG)
My cool dude going sledding Saturday afternoon....JPG)
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Kennan with his buddy Brant.JPG)
And back at home being silly....JPG)
Brayden wore Kennan's underwear over her clothes all night long!.JPG)
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To top off our weekend, late last night I was lying in bed watching TV (Kenny was in the living room watching a movie) when out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a little something scurrying across the bathroom floor and under the armoire. A MOUSE!! Yes, I said it...a little gray mouse. I promptly screamed for Kenny and he came running to my rescue. He got some "tools" to try and catch it...2 boxes, a flashlight, and a broom. He used the flashlight to look under the armoire and the broom to pull things out of my closet. The little mouse sprinted out of my closet and into Brayden's room (hers is across the hall from ours)!!!!! My genius husband used the 2 boxes to block off her doorway so when he found it again it would run into one of the boxes. He looked all over her room and found it in her closet. It went straight into one of the boxes and he flipped it up so the mouse wouldn't escape from the box. Kenny took it outside and dumped it in the alley and told it it wasn't welcome back in our home.
The entire time I am shaking and shrieking. I usually pride myself on being brave when it comes to bugs, insects, etc (I worked at summer camp for 6 years) but evidently I am terrified of mice...maybe it had something to do with it being IN.MY.HOUSE. During the event, Brayden did wake up (we were in her room after all, with the lights on!). I layed her down in our bed (so I could assist my manly hubby) and she laid there quietly until the whole ordeal was over.
Thankfully, I did not have dreams of mice and we will be going to buy mice traps sometime this week. We will also attempt to discover how in the world it got into our HOUSE. It did not occur to me until this afternoon that I should have taken pictures of our adventure for all you loyal fans. If there is a next time (cross your fingers there isn't), I for sure will!!
The entire time I am shaking and shrieking. I usually pride myself on being brave when it comes to bugs, insects, etc (I worked at summer camp for 6 years) but evidently I am terrified of mice...maybe it had something to do with it being IN.MY.HOUSE. During the event, Brayden did wake up (we were in her room after all, with the lights on!). I layed her down in our bed (so I could assist my manly hubby) and she laid there quietly until the whole ordeal was over.
Thankfully, I did not have dreams of mice and we will be going to buy mice traps sometime this week. We will also attempt to discover how in the world it got into our HOUSE. It did not occur to me until this afternoon that I should have taken pictures of our adventure for all you loyal fans. If there is a next time (cross your fingers there isn't), I for sure will!!
4 comments:
At Justin's last house he had mice really bad at one point. One night we were watching a movie and one crawled on the couch next to me. I jumped across the coffee table and screamed. It was not fun to get rid of them either. YUCK!
Glad you caught the mouse. Hopefully there will be no more. And as for the snow...I know I am so ready for some better weather. It is time for spring!
You get your fear of mice from me... sorry.
Love you, Dad.
Ugh--I'm with you: I don't have much of a problem with insects, but little scurrying rodents get me every time. When I lived in the tropics I could deal much better with the occasional tarantula in the kitchen than with the rats that scurried across the ceiling beams every night. My only solution in that case was to sleep with my Discman on and turned up so loud I couldn't hear them. Hope you have a more rodent-proof house than I did.
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