Escape artist

It is said it is safest to contain your pet in the car. 

That is all good and well thought out.

Except for when they figure out how to escape.

Then they escape.

Then they get under the seat.

Then they start to gasp, wheeze, gag and choke.

Then the driver pulls over.

Rescues said cat and puts back in box.

Then said cat sticks head out.

Then daughter no longer gets to work on home work.
Her job...keep the flap closed!

 

Growing our Family

Lately, I have had baby longings.

Much to Daddy O's horror.

But I am quick to let him know it is okay.

'Cause I know I am healthier now than I was in the midst of having all my babies.

It has been 6 years since my last baby was born, almost 7 truth be told.

His birthday is in a month.

2 pregnancies literally had me at death's door.

One of which even had the doctor wondering if she would have to suggest the unthinkable.

Through it all, God was at work.

He preserved my life.

He preserved the life of my children. 

Some on earth and a couple in heaven.

Only my first was uneventful.

I loved being pregnant the first time round.

It was amazing.

Then the challenges happened.

With each challenge, a little bit more of my strength and health was lost.

I didn't know it at the time.

Too busy living life.

With each pregnancy came more fatigue and more complications.

Lots of non-stress tests.

Lots of being told to take it easy...

encouraging bed rest and trying to comply.

If I am in bed, can I still fold laundry.

And really what is so difficult about sorting laundry while in a chair.

The words I knew were coming...

I can try to get you through another pregnancy, but I don't know...

I will see you in 6 months and discuss your recovery....

(surgery was hanging over my head for repairs)

God was merciful and over that 6 months, my body healed well

and no surgery was needed.

 

I have been content.

I have been crazy busy raising children.

Relishing each minute and sometimes
impatiently waiting for some of the challenging stages to pass...

(potty training ~ tantrum throwing, you get the picture)

 

I have been content till late this summer.

I see the babies.

They are soo cute.
I just wanna snuggle and take a nap with one.

My time is done for now.

I am in NO HURRY to be a Grandma.

That day will come in its own time.

But as much I wanna hold one of those babies....
I love sleeping at night.

I love getting work done.

I love jumping and running out of the door.

With my last one in a car seat...

I see freedom a coming.

I really just wanna the snuggle and nap.

 

Then we got a mouse.

Not just any ordinary mouse.

The kind that joins you in the kitchen while you cook and runs across your feet.

The kind that thinks late night TV is an invitation to come check out your snacks.

This mouse is clever.

We have every kind of trap, obstacle course and means to make sure he meets his Almighty Creator.

AND yet, he still torments us with his cleverness.

Then he did the unthinkable.

He chewed up some cardboards and tossed it onto our new furniture.

Daddy O received the report.

 

I received the instructions.

Get a cat today!

I kind of missed the article "A" in the command.

But he should have known better to send me alone with 4 children to get

A cat.

Not gonna happen.

Not someone with baby goo goo eyes!

Now all of my children are sleeping, and I find

 

Oreo here

 

 

and Gibbs here with Fun Girl

 

 

It didn't take Oreo long to come find me at the computer.

She laid down on my mouse.

WRONG mouse kitty!

 

Soft Paws ~ Soft Claws

I have been researching alternatives for my dad and his cats.  Alternatives to declawing.  These are sooo stinking cute ! I sure hope my dad decides to give them a try.  I would love to have fancy cats pitter pattering through his house when I visit!


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Guess what I did today??

I vacuumed our dog! Yep! Sure did.
He was shedding, hair was getting everywhere. We would brush and the hair would fly off him. Kept thinking, would be kind a cool if we could use the vacuum and keep the hair from going all over.
So I tried it.
He let me do it! Okay, someone held onto his collar. Hence, he knew he was caught and didn't struggle. BUT..he did not growl. He did not try to get away. He did not nip at me or the vacuum or the person holding his collar at the time. He just sat there.
I used the vacuum this morning.
Then this afternoon, he stunk. Like barn stink. yech! So we gave him a bath. As the water hit him in the shower, chunks of hair started to fall off of him. I was flabbergasted. I scrubbed and rinsed. Before a few minutes passed, I was covered in hair. I had no idea a bath would cause his hair to just fall off of him.
So we got the brush (defur-inator) and more chunks of hair. Needless to say, Little Princess had the job of keeping the drain clean and free from the hair. Dried him and let him loose. Still lots of hair on the hand after petting him.
We got the vacuum out again. He looks 10 pounds lighter. He wasn't obese. He was HAIRY! He is really calm tonight. No bouncing around or trying to get on the table. Thinking we might need to keep the vacuum out all the time.

This is "Beast" A.K.A "IT" and "DOG"

So I got a phone call late one afternoon last week from my neice....
"I don't have anyone else to call.... I know it is a lot to ask..... You have 5 kids and....
I know it is a lot to ask..... I don't have anyone else to call....." SPIT IT OUT!
She wanted me to dog sit for her while she went to Hawaii for 2 1/2 weeks. This is no normal dogsitting. This is brand new puppy sitting. "IT" still has puppy breath. "IT" cries at night.
"IT" is still potty training. YOU HAVE TO TALK TO YOUR UNCLE, I tell her.
So we are puppy sitting.

If you look at the picture below you will notice she is confused as to what a Sunday paper is for! COUPONS! NOT HER! !

I have strongly informed my children they are puppy sitting, not me. They begged to do it. My rules.... DOG is not allowed in house unsupervised. She came on Sat. morning, this morning (Monday) and I stepped in dog poo !! On the carpet no less! Not happy. BEAST went outside and dear sweet oldest quickly cleaned it up while I went to shower. Don't know who I was more upset with. NEW RULE, DOG only allowed on hard floor of basement, kitchen, dining room. In a carpeted room, someone had better be holding IT.

It really irritates oldest, the youngers are getting used to it. I won't call IT by its name. She is cute, but we are soooo not getting attached. We are pet sitters not dog owners.

Dear sweet neice, BEAST is still alive!, that is if you are checking my blog for updates. Dear sweet A informed me I should blog about DOG cause she is like one of the children. (Side note: Yes, we have a tendency of killing (not meaning to) or losing pets. Thus, why we are not pet people. We are fortunate our children are still alive. If you don't understand that statement you must read older posts about my active children who adore visiting the ER.)