Christian Athanasius would be two today.
Okay, it's more like the preceding week and the day that I spend the year dreading. I spent yesterday bursting into tears because of things like "it's snowing" and "Patrick is still sick and needed to be carried and/or nursed around the clock" and I'm pretty sure I've been taking every single possibly unkind (but not meant that way) thing I've heard or read all week the wrong way.
Let's just say that it's probably not the best week to offer me constructive criticism on how I could be a better person because right now I am just trying to get through the rest of this week (unless it's on how to be a better mouse catcher/killer.... because that I could totally use).
|My favorite picture|
shortly before what happened,
Yes. Paul picked the first name. I picked the middle name. I'd really lobbied for it as one of my favorite boys names for a future first name (with the suggestion being Athanasius Augustine) but Paul wasn't a fan.
After much debate I sold him on it as a middle name. Barely.
Patrick learned to climb up on the couch yesterday. I am not a fan of this newest accomplishment. I think climbing onto the couch should have a pre-attempt-common-sense-requirement that one first understands that if they sit on the edge of the couch with their back to the room and bounce up and down something bad is likely to happen.
And after watching Boomer sit on the edge and bounce and then scream in outrage when I picked him up because he now believes that he should always be on the couch, standing up and jumping and walking and living life on the couch's edge (with it's drop right down to the hard wood floors) I am 100% certain that he is not ready to be able to get up there by himself.
Unfortunately I have a feeling that it's not a skill that he's going to be forgetting any time soon!
I took a bowl of fresh powdery snow, which we have in abundance and mixed it with sugar and vanilla almond milk until it tasted like heaven.
And for about thirty minutes I wasn't like: February!!!!
I was more like: February!!
And then the moment past and it was right back to being a quadruple exclamation point type of month.
Then I went downstairs to try to forget about the mouse and a second mouse ran past me. I feel like I'm the little old lady in Ratatouille. At least I don't have a shotgun. If I did we might have had an issue last night. Especially when the mouse darted past me a second time and disappeared by the bed, where he hung out ruffling papers and rustling around where I couldn't find him.
|You may not remember this earlier picture that I draw of the mouse|
but it's still a shockingly accurate portrayal of what the mouse looks like when he sneaks up on me
late at night.
this I'm pretty sure that I should find a different store to do my shopping at today. I'm not sure I want to brave the crowds braving the cold to see the President visiting MSU to sign the Farm Bill just to to do my weekly shopping on the other side of the school...
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