Sierra got a new pair of shoes after outgrowing her old ones. Her new size? 10. That would be two sizes bigger than her mama's.
Brendan is coming right along on his daily living skills, including successfully using a Q-tip, which he refers to as an "ears are dirty stick."
Jordan lasted a whole day with no video games and lived to tell about it.
Camden was able to unassemble and put away all evidence of a structure that sounded suspiciously like a fort (which were forbidden here) in the time it took me to climb the stairs.
And Hayden's preschool has a "probable" case of swine flu so they are cancelling classes for 2 weeks. You know, so the kids can go back just in time for summer vacation.
It's also been confirmed that we have two cats and a dog that aren't capable of doing their job. As if that needed confirming.
I was getting a book off the top of the piano to take upstairs when I spotted this...
I immediately started an all out search, which consisted of me calling Roger at work and telling him that HE would be looking in every closet, blanket basket, and underneath all pieces of furniture as soon as he got home in effort to locate the blasted thing.
No luck. Not only could we not find him, but we couldn't find any other mouse doodles that would at least let us know where he had been.
"Maybe the cat's did eat him," Roger speculated.
Hmmm...then where's the leftovers?
"Maybe Mesa ate that."
Yeah, or maybe he didn't like it here and opened the front door and scurried out. Or why even scurry? Maybe he hailed a cab.
Saturday we got 6 inches of rain, hours of lightening, and a full out tornado warning, which I knew must be the answer to my prayers. It was a perfect plan: The twister would head straight for our house, leaving my family safe and sound, but tearing off the room that the Mr. Mouse was hiding in.
When the sirens turned off, I was forced to move on to plan B, which involved leaving a trail of bread crumbs up the stairs leading to the kids rooms, so that if he did come out to nibble at night, at least he would be moving in the opposite direction as my bedroom.
It is now Monday, and we have yet to see more doodles or locate said doodler.
I'll now be moving on to plan C, which is to burn the house down.
Everything except the upstairs bathroom that is...I've almost got the paint situation under control.