Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Family
Monday, December 21, 2009
Car
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Weatherbug
Friday, December 18, 2009
Hugs
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Steamable
Monday, December 14, 2009
Pajama Days
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Easy Recipes
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Don't forget to wipe!
Friday, December 11, 2009
Hello?
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Power Nap
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
A Pizza Stained Shirt
Monday, December 7, 2009
Service with a Smile!
(It wasn't this bad, but to me it felt like it was)
Sunday, December 6, 2009
"Staircase" and Raccoons
To get to our washer and dryer we either have to go out the front door, around the house, and down into the cellar, OR go down some crazy steep stairs that are really more like a glorified ladder in what was once a broom closet (the owner had cut the floor out of this closet. It's TINY!). I had been choosing to go around the back way, because they are at least normal stairs. Hunter LOVES to help me with the wash, and I've gladly welcomed the help. It was three weeks ago tonight, and we were going around the back after dark. Hunter had the huge Maglite. He was shining it around our backyard as he was waiting for me to open the cellar doors. He starts getting really anxious and says, "Mommy, there's a raccoon." (Now we knew that we had raccoons, but they've always ran away with a light put on them, or with us making noise.) I reassured him and we started making noise and flasing the flash light at it. What does it do? No, It doesn't turn and run the other direction like you think it would. It starts running toward us. We literally RUN to the safety of the basment and shut the door behind us. I yell up the "stairs" to Erik to toss us down some more batteries for the flashlight, because they were dying. I then tell him about the raccoons and what had just happened. Hunter and I start the washer and the dryer, and just as we're getting ready to go the door to the basement starts to open. I SCREAM as loud as I can. Of course that sets Hunter off. So here we are both screaming as loud as possible and the door keeps opening. I'm about ready to drop my basket of clean clothes, but I'm frozen still, just screaming. I'm trying to think what I can hit this rabid raccoon with to keep it away from Hunter, but again, still frozen, still screaming. The door finally opens enough for me to see what's opening it, and it was Erik. Here I was thinking that both Hunter and I were going to end up in the hospital getting our anti-rabies shots, and it was just Erik. He told me that he had yelled to me that he was going to come down to help us get back up past the raccoons, but we didn't hear him because we had both the washer and the dryer on. It was aweful. I literally almost peed my pants.