priceless... baby and kitty edition

Fisher Price whale bathtub- $24.99
Johnson & Johnson baby bath- $5.99
family pet from SPCA- $75.00
having a friend hang out and chat while you bathe- priceless



















Let it be known that:
A. That I have discovered that I am not an animal lover, merely a tolerater
B. We have NEVER had a pet when my kids were babies, until now
C. Our cat is NUTS. Case in point- he walks around with a high heel shoe in his mouth every night lately.... I am not sure if he is going out sluttin' it up or what...
D. I DO NOT like when he's around the baby but this time it was way too cute.

Pedro jumped in when I was settling Cam down for his bath this morning and stayed until the baby got excited and splashed, then he ran for dear life.

Hey Santa-

So, I've been good this year... sorta. And, I thought I'd do a blog post of ideas just in case you are still making your list and checking it twice. So, here goes.

I would like in no particular order:

someone to come over and dust at least twice a week. I don't like dusting and I am not good at it.

it would be great if the duster person was a good cook and didn't mind throwing together a few meals once in a while. 'Cause I am not good in the kitchen either, unless you count Lean Cuisine and Kraft Mac~n~Cheese.

a personal trainer. This requires no explanation, you have seen my butt and thighs.

for my boys to learn how to pee in the potty without getting it on the floor, walls, or seat. We have gone over this a million times and nada. Arrgghh!

for Hayden to eat something different once in awhile. He has been eating the same 10 foods for years and frankly I am getting bored preparing them.

for Coco and Daisy to please stop barking before 6 a.m. yes, we know they are hungry but really. I never bark at them when they are sleeping, but I might start.

for Pedro to stop drinking from the faucet while I am washing dishes and standing in front of the toilet after we flush. I PROMISE I will get him the largest bowl ever and constantly keep it filled.

for my hair to grow long and my body to shrink in all the right places...

if someone would HELP ME figure out what to do with all of our socks. We are starting on another ginormous basketful. (duster person are you listening?)

So, Santa- I leave you cookies and stuff and you see to it that I get at least one thing on my list, right? We have a deal or what?

That darn cat, hairy fish, and a pregnancy scare

Ok, I will first address the pregnancy scare so as not to cause any heart attacks or sodas to be spit at computer screens. I have been on a Fall cleaning frenzy, which I mentioned on here before. I did the master bedroom closet tonight, yay me! Anyway, I have several of those Rubbermaid totes full of keepsakes stored in my closet. I was showing Chloe some cards I have had since I was in elementary school and in this same box of keepsakes I came across a little plastic pouch. In this pouch there were powdered formula samples, old pre-natal vitamin packs, and 2 positive pregnancy tests from when Hayden "came to be". These tests looked pristine, like they were just taken. You would never guess they were almost 8 years old. So, Chloe and I decided to freak Jon out. Too bad we laughed too hard and gave ourselves away. Just the mere mention of pregnancy in this house stops Jon's heart. I sure wish I was a better prankster...
Now, for my other silly stories: today the kids all got their flu shots. And, at their doctor's office there is a giant fish tank. Today it was super dirty, with some funky looking chunks floating in it. Of course Hayden noticed. He told me that he thought one of the fish "coughed up a hairball."
And, speaking of hairballs. Pedro the Cat is a freaking NUT JOB. I dumped out his old cat litter, scrubbed his box, and put fresh litter in it. The second it's full of clean litter he jumps in like he's about to not make it. I kid you not that stupid cat peed a spot the size of a dime. He totally did that to tick me off. I can't stand when the litter is dirty, and I can't stand it even more when he jumps in immediately after I change it. So rude! But really, a dime sized spot of pee. Was that necessary? He couldn't wait?

9 Lives

This post is dedicated to cat lovers and cat haters. Both of whom will totally understand... And to my cat Pedro, dude... what's your deal?

Obviously I am not a cat, so I don't know what goes through their teeny little brains, but I have lived with cats for most of my life, and they all have the same annoying habit: acting like they are starving when they have food in their bowls.
It starts every morning. The minute I get up I have to go pee, and I ALWAYS forget to shut the bathroom door all the way. And, without fail, Pedro always comes in meowing, purring. He must hear my feet hit the floor because he is on my heels literally the moment my feet go from carpet to tile. And, not to offer TMI, but it's just all sorts of wrong to be on the toilet and have a cat purring around your feet and standing up with his paws on your knees while you are trying to pee. It feels weird. He must not get me either. I would totally not go hang out staring at him and talking to him while he's in the litter box. As a matter of fact I usually run away when he's in "the bathroom", but only after I laugh at the insane look he gets on his face. Anyway- back to the point.
After I have been violated by Pedro, I flush and head to the sink to wash my hands. But, by then I have been tripped 5 times already. And, the sink is only 7 feet from the toilet. Then, he trips me about 15 more times before we get to the kitchen where his food is. Let's not forget that he is meowing so much that it sounds like one loooong meow instead of the 431 it really is. Dude, I hear you and I know you are about to die of starvation. Please hang on and shut up! I am kinda a mean cat owner. If there's food in his bowl, I REFUSE to add more. Why does he need it topped off? Why do cats do this? I have tried to trick him and act like I am adding fresh food, and he won't eat until I really put more in. I wonder if he's smarter than I realize? Ok no. Because in addition to the annoying I am starving to death routine. There's the drinking out of the faucet while I am washing dishes, the playing with the bubbles when I am in the tub, the eating out of the dishes in the sink, the constant running and sliding on the hard floors. And, every day he is so anxious to get out that he runs into the front door, only to walk away in a daze. If you look hard enough you can see stars above his head. Then on the rare occasion that he does escape, he goes to the same spot and eats grass. Maybe he has brain damage? Oh yeah, he also drinks out of the toilet and the fish bowls...

My daughter the photographer

I was really impressed by this photo Chloe took of Pedro. I am by no means an expert, but it seems like a pretty good picture to me. Of course, I am biased.

My kid + my cat = awesomeness.

Oh what a day I am having!!

Chloe's binder is gone. Into thin air. She lost it, who knows where? It was one of the expensive binders that zips, and it was full of school supplies. About $25 bucks worth. The kicker: no Lost and Found at school... Back to Office Depot we go.

Chloe and Hayden have so much homework today. Chloe had 90 math problems and Hayden has reading to do and flashcards and spelling words to study. Needless to say, I am hitting the Advil pretty hard. I completely suck at math. I max out at 5th grade math. Which is sad. Oh well, I have some talents somewhere. Need to find those.
Oh yeah, they also sent home a fundraiser packet today. Yippee! They lasted til the third week of school. Impressive.

My dogs drank beer today. And, not just any beer. Beer that has been in my Cowboy Cooler for 2 and a half months. Not sure why Jon never threw it out? Maybe he's getting a heads up on the Science Fair? Anyway, a bottle broke and the dogs went to town. Let's just say they sneezed and gagged as they continued to lap it up. They are now resting, hopefully they're not hung over. I am pretty sure Coco winked at me... Oh, and they chewed on the broken shards of glass.

My frig is on the fritz again! For like the millionth time this year. I finally bit the bullet and called Sears. Jon has been doing the temporary fix thing (blow drying the frozen coils) for several months. But, momma is tired of this crap. So, Sears will be here between 8 and 5. Nice large window there. I guarantee you they come at 1, which is the same time the missionaries will be here. Let's just hope the repairman wears the right size pants and a belt. Not really in the mood to see "Plumber's, but I'm a Refrigerator Repairman Crack". Unless, he's cute. Ok gag, not really.

And, last but surely not least: My cat keeps barfing. ALOT. His tummy can't tolerate canned or people food. Or too many treats. Mental note to self: talk to kids about spoling and overfeeding cat.

He'll make all your wildest dreams come true

Well, we finally settled on a name for our kitty cat. I think it's perfect. Not sure why, but it just fit. Anyway, his name is PEDRO! He is such sweet cat. He has had a pretty rough weekend. He fell into the bathtub twice and got into a fight with Amy's dog Jack. So, the kids have been pampering him all day, feeding him popcorn and dog biscuits....

Hello Kitty!

I was out running errands on Tuesday and knew if I came home without the cat I had PROMISED the kids that I would be in big trouble. So, off to the Humane Society I went. I was hoping that they still had a cage-ful of black kitties. I had my heart set on a black female kitten, who I had already named Oprah. When I got there a sweet little boy kitty meowed at me a few times and licked my finger, so I adopted him... I am so easily persuaded, all it took was a little tongue... The kids of course were so excited, until he got cranky. He was sweet as could be until evening and then he got angry. Today, he is a little ball of energy. Running around playing, purring, sliding across the wood floors. We finally decided he was in pain after the volunteer at the shelter rammed a microchip in his neck. He would not be still to be photographed, but I took as many pics as I could. He is such a little cutie. The funniest thing (which I won't show you) is the white polka dot on his butt. And, just so you know, Chloe is probably spending her birthday money to adopt Oprah. First things first, I need help naming him. So far we have chosen:

Obama
Carson
Buddy Holly
Slade
Jax
Tux
Jack Black and White
Napoleon

Playing with a shoelace


More shoelace playing


Hiding from the camera


Seriously lady, can you leave me alone already?

New look and stuff

So, I got me a shiny new header! Yay! Thanks Shauna. What do you think? You likey? Too bad I don't have a new body to match!

I am in a blogging funk, sorry. Not alot to say. I am frantically planning a baby shower, back to school, and all kinds of other fun stuff. I just haven't been anywhere to blog about. No pictures, still.... Working on that. I have had some interesting things happen, but I can't blog about them. Which is frustrating to say the least. I just might blog about it anyway, I am considering it.

I am super excited about the Olympics! I love gymnastics and synchronized swimming. I still daydream about being a gymnast. I can still do a cartwheel and a round-off, it just hurts now. Ahh, growing old is so fun.

The kids and I are fixing to head out and look for a kitten. I know, nutso huh?

Hunter has decided he will play football, which thrills Jon and I to no end. Hunter is a natural at football. So, it looks like we will be at games twice every week.

I guess this has been a Summer staple for me, doing lots of miscellaneous blogs. Too lazy I guess?

And, last but definitely not least: it will soon be one year since I started my blog. So, I am thinking up an AWESOME giveaway to celebrate!

A little bit superstitious?

As long as Jon and I have been married, we have ocassionally been taunted by black cats. It started the night we got married. There was one in the parking lot of the hotel we stayed in on our wedding night. When we lived in Grand Prairie, a black cat would sleep on Jon's car in our driveway. Same thing in Arlington, one would randomly hang around our yard. I can't even tell you how many times one has ran in front of our car. We have seen them in store parking lots and when we have been visiting people's houses. It's freaky and comical at the same time. Well, tonight took the cake. We were sitting in the drive thru at KFC, and I kid you not, one ran in front of our car. It was so odd to see a cat, especially since there are no houses or apartments nearby. Does this ever happen to anyone else?

P.S. Chloe has asked for a black cat for her birthday...