Tea Party or Plan to Take Over the World?

About a month ago, Scout started rice cereal. The other day while I was mixing it up, someone stole my seat.

teaparty

“Move your meat, lose your seat.”

I have no idea what they were talking about, but I’m pretty sure it can’t be good. Esme Kitty is…well…evil a bad influence.

I hope Esme wasn’t trying to corrupt Scout’s innocent little mind.

What do you think Esme told Scout?

  • A. Throw me all of your food, ok? Forget about the dog.
  • B. If you promise not to grab my tail, I promise not to scratch you. Maybe.
  • C. We’re the smallest people in this house, we have to stick together.
  • D. It’s fun to trip Mommy. Don’t worry, she likes it. She also likes it when we attack her ankles.
  • E. Other

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How To Eat a Giant Rice Krispie Treat

Scout is just a little over 4 months, and she’s interested in food. Specifically, my food.

Even more specifically, my birthday food.

A friend sent me a giant Rice Krispie Treat. It’s the length of my arm. I’m sorry I can’t hold the phone out far enough to show you the full magnitude.

Yum

 

Scout overheard the doctor saying she can start eating rice cereal, and she took the initiative to begin with my Rice Krispie Treat.

There was only one problem.

She is still working on hand-and-eye coordination. And she doesn’t know what a wrapper is.

May I present how Scout eats Rice Krispie Treats.

Step 1: Use Your Tongue.

Lick

Kiefer and I take responsibility for this. I may have given her a lick of my strawberry popsicle. She liked it. Then Kiefer may have given her a lick of his lime popsicle. She may have definitely not liked it.

Step 2: Try Biting.

Bite

Step 3: Show Your Frustration…

Frustration

Hopefully, someone will take pity on you despite the fact that you’re a baby and have no teeth.

*Scout had her first Pop-Tart rice cereal on Sunday. She was so excited she knocked the bowl out of my hands and all over her. Mommy Fail.


Just Because…

I wish I had something to blog about.

I thought about trying to put a funny spin on how Boo and Radley’s mom pissed me off.

Or how a minitrip to Ohio for my cousin’s wedding screwed up Scout’s sleep schedule. She’s back on track now and sleeping better than ever—10 hours straight at night.

Or how while Kiefer was traveling for work for 2 weeks Esme Kitty returned to sleeping on my head.

Or how I turned 33.

Then I just decided to post this picture instead:

FathersDay

Voted Most Pinchable Cheeks Ever.


Where’s the Kitty?

Ozzy Pups and Esme Kitty like to play hide and seek.

Only…they’re not very good at it.

Ozzy likes to look in all the logical places Esme might be: like her cat carrier.

Ozzycarrier

Or maybe he’s trying to hide here. I’m not really clear who is hiding and who is seeking.

Esme, on the other hand, prefers to try to squeeze into places she can’t fit.

Drawer Kitty

“If you had less clothes, I would totally fit in here.”

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Luckily our dog that chases things is terribly inept at it and wouldn’t know what to do if he caught anything. The other likes to only eat already dead things. We’re so lucky and blessed!”—The Cannibalistic Nerd


My Dog Ate Your Bird. Oops.

Last week I blogged about the downside to being a stay-at-home mom, which is killing bugs yourself instead of having your husband do it.

There is another downside: dealing with birds.

Ozzy Pups caught a bird in our backyard. It was only a matter of time before this happened.* He’s fast, jumps high, and our neighbors feed all the birds and squirrels constantly so they’re fat and slow.

*Ozzy may have killed a squirrel last summer, but because I didn’t actually see it happen, I just tell myself the squirrel fell from a tree, the fall killed it, and Ozzy just found him.

A wounded, bleeding bird was in my backyard.

I swear the bird looked exactly like this. Book and all.

I should have celebrated and chalked up a point for me in the war against birds, but instead, I felt bad for it.

So what did I do?

I called Kiefer so he could come home and kill it.*

*To put it out of its misery, not because I hate birds.

He refused. So I gave the bird some water and kept Ozzy inside to save the bird from further torment.

Two hours later, the bird flew away.

*I’m not sure how because I’m pretty sure there were more feathers in the yard than on the bird.

Three hours later, my car was covered in bird poo. Coincidence? I think not.


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