Thanks for the Random Advice

On Saturday, after running errands, we decided to take the girls out to Friendly's for dinner.  We walk in and the hostess immediately explains that her goal is to win a stuffed animal out of the 'grab' game in the front of the store for her two year old son.  Walking us to our table, she remarks that we have two girls and asks if we are planning on having any more children.  While this is a little odd to come from a complete stranger, she was friendly, so we explained that maybe a little down the line.  She then asks if we are aiming to have a boy next time, because if we are, she knows the trick.  Again, to remain friendly, we just go along with her and say yes, it would be fun to have a boy.  At this point she goes off on a 10 min explanation about how her sister's sister-in-law works with fertility and that the trick is to drink Robitussin.  What?  Apparently she said that if one of us (she couldn't remember which one), takes the normal amount of Robitussin, it will guarantee a boy.  It apparently worked for two of her friends. 

So, while I will not be following that advice.  Um, thanks :)

Happy 1st Birthday Addison

Here are some pictures of you growing over the year J.  You are getting to be such a big girl!

·         24 lbs – 18 month clothing

·         4 ½ teeth

·         Curls are coming in

·         Becoming more picky about what you eat

·         Love to paint/color

·         Started walking about two weeks after your birthday (and now you are everywhere)

·         Love to go in the wagon and be outside

·         You think its hysterical to try to pet Bailey and Foster

·         Love playing ‘chase’ or ‘boo’ with Hannah

·         Just a happy little girl

Who Lives in the Ocean

I had a bachelorette party this weekend and was trying to explain to Hannah where I was going and what was going on:

Me:  I’m going to go help Miss Kate celebrate her wedding party

H:  Where is Miss Kate?

Me:  Miss Kate lives near the ocean

H:  Are you getting Miss Kate?

Me:  No, Miss Jessica is picking me up and we are going to go see Miss Kate for her party. 

H:  How you getting Miss Kate out of the ocean?

Me:  oh, no.  Miss Kate doesn’t live in the ocean.  She lives near the ocean, in a house.  Who lives in the ocean?

H:  Aunt Sarah

Me:  No, Aunt Sarah doesn’t live in the ocean either.  Remember, the fish and whales live in the ocean.

H:  And the pink dolphin. 

Hannah believes Aunt Sarah lives in the ocean, and has, for quite some time because I tried (like a year ago) to explain that they were going to the ocean for their honeymoon. 

And thank you Sprout TV for teaching my daughter that there are pink dolphins. 

3 Blind Mice

So as a follow up to the ‘Rabbit in the Grill’ story, apparently we didn’t actually solve the problem.  It seems that our little mouse must have had babies. 

While walking Foster outside, I only took one step off of my front step and I noticed three very tiny little mice.  So, of course I throw Foster back in the house (and the way he tried to attack them, you would think a steak dinner was running around on the ground) and go outside to figure out what to do with these little things. 

I decided that they would get stepped on because they were just lying out in the grass, so I found a bucket and added an empty paper towel roll, grass, some wood chips, and a clean rag to keep them warm and carried them into the house. 

After calling around to pet stores, they all said that the mommy mouse was probably eaten by a bird because she wouldn’t leave her babies that young. 

The mice were super small; about the size of a quarter.  Two of them didn’t even have their eyes open yet.  Based off of my reading, apparently this means that they would need to be fed by a bottle every hour to two hours.  Sorry little mice, I don’t have time for that.  But I also don’t have the heart to just let them outside to die.

Next phone call – the AARK.  First thing the guy asks me “What species of mouse to you have?”  My answer, “I don’t know, they are grey and I found them in my yard.”  Probably not helpful to him at all.  Thankfully the AARK (wildlife animal rescue) happens to only be 1.5 miles from my house.  So off we go to the AARK. 

I thought I would just be able to drop them off, but nope, I actually had to fill out basic paperwork for them.  And just incase I care to ever follow-up, they were given a reference number and I can call and check on them J. 

And while I am well aware this is way more than any person should ever do, this accomplished two things:  1. now the mice are definitely away from my house and not just in a hole outside my house.  2.  I don’t have to walk outside one day and see a collection of dead mice.  I call that a Win Win.