Foiled Again

The sun came out in beautiful warmth yesterday.  It was perfection.  My friend has been sick this week so I’ve been watching her 2 girls and we were able to break up the boredom and go outside for an adventure walk.  We warmed our souls and kept track of the number of times Aika urinated – 7. 

After dinner Eva wanted to go for a bike ride and we thought it was a fantastic idea.  She ran outside to get her bike all ready while Michael and I gathered up shoes and a helmet.  By the time we made it outside, she had changed her mind and said she just wanted to sit down.  She was pale and sweaty and we did this all evening instead of enjoying the evening sun.

She and I were up most of the night while she heaved and groaned in agony.  Around 4 AM I could tell she was restless and I suspected she didn’t want me in her bed anymore.  My suspicion was verified when she declared in a weak, wobbly voice, “I don’t like how your breath smells.”  I took my cue and went back to my own room.  (And by the way, Eva, I don’t like how your Daddy’s breath smells but I still let him sleep in my bed.  Just sayin’.)

We were scheduled to go to a birthday party this afternoon at an indoor bounce house place.  We’re doing this instead.

 

That popcorn bucket is for puke – not popcorn.

I did manage to squeeze one little smile out of the poor girl though.

This is what I get for being nice and babysitting Typhoid Mary’s kids.  Lesson learned.

Chew on This

We love our Aika boy.  We’ve had him for 11 years and he’s a part of our family.

However, in his old age, he’s taken up chewing.  I don’t know why he’s doing it but it’s making me crazy.  Maybe he longs for puppyhood and is reliving the good ‘ol days.  Maybe he decided a new hobby was in order before he dies.  Maybe we don’t feed him enough.  Maybe he’s an instigator and likes seeing me freak out.  Maybe his brain is the size of a walnut and he's an idiot.   Who knows.

All I know is this: anything left on the floor is fair game to him. Even though we’ve purchased numerous chew toys for him, he doesn’t lay a tooth on those.  Nope. Only things that are off-limits taste good to him.

Like this blanket:

 

And his house shoes:

Eva’s slipper:

I had to sew the arm back on this poor baby:

And the tail back on this cute chipmunk:

And we certainly can’t forget the wool blanket he snacked on in Idaho. 

Perhaps the worst assault came a few nights ago.

 

Poor Rapunzel never saw it coming. 

Royalty

Only the most comfortable amenities for my princess. 

Surprise!

It’s been a dreary winter; a lot of rain, a lot of snow, a lot of gray skies.  I’m ready for Spring.  Our tulips started sprouting and I began to feel hopeful that the seasons are changing.

Then this happened.

Thanks for nothing, Spring.

Different Perspective

Take a look at the world through Eva’s eyes:

I’ll spare you the pictures she took of me laying in bed one morning.  And the ones she took of me tweezing my chin whiskers.  

You’re welcome.