Destination

So, I got a Garmin for Christmas, you know one of those things that talks to you and shows you a map of where you are going? Anyway, Max loves this thing. It drives me batty when it gives me directions, but he insists on having us be told how to get to everywhere we might be going.

When he first saw it he remembered, "Grandpa has one of these. Is he Roger?" He loves to point out when the river appears on the map. But best of all, he takes the directions given very seriously. Today, I was told by the Garmin, "Take ramp right." but I still had a few feet until I could turn right on said ramp. Max thought I was going to miss the turn and yelled at the top of his voice, "Take ramp right, Momma! Take ramp right!" Then, I was told to turn left, Max, "You know you have to turn left." So, now I have the Garmin and Max annoying me half to death.

But when we get home, it is very amusing to hear, "We have arrived at our destination....finally."

Numbers

This morning, Max was being a pill at the breakfast table. Beth had told him a bunch of times to stop and eat. She finally had enough and started counting, by the time we get to three he better be doing what we asked or it's time out. Well, she very sternly says, "One!" and a tiny little voice promptly says, "two" (Mia) and then Max cracks up and yells, "Three!" and by that time we were all laughing and had lost all sense of authority with the children.

He did eventually eat his breakfast.

Star Wars

Max has a little friend at school, Ian, who is gagga about Star Wars. I don't think it's particularly appropriate for a 4 year old to watch, so poor Max is a little left out. Or so I thought. Apparently, he is gleaming a ton of information from Ian and living vicariously through him.

He knows what color light sabers the good guys have and the ones the bad guys have. He gets super excited at the sight of Yoda and really wants me to explain storm troopers to him.

Today, I am Princess Leia and he is Anakan Skywalker. I have not explained to him that he would then be my father and a bad guy, which he would be none too happy about. It's still amusing for him to yell, "Princess Leia" from across the playground as he runs to me.

Bunny Love

Bad Max

Go To Your Cage!





I had taken Fieffer to the vet the other day and left the carrier in the dinning room. Max, in his zeal to be a bunny, put himself into it this morning while I was showering. Beth had to take the crate apart to get him out of it.

Ugh

I'm home sick today. I've been dealing with some sort of stomach bug for the past couple of days and it kept me up all last night. Poor Beth had to round up all the kids and take them in this morning, since I was basically useless. I did at least get Max dressed and did Mia's hair, but I don't know that was much help.

I slept until about 11:30 and only woke up then because Poster was right in my face meowing. Stupid cat. I have at least seen what Fieffer does during the day, sleep. No wonder he looked so exhausted this weekend when we were all home keeping him awake.

Off to go take another nap....

Hello

Introducing, Fieffer!

Fieffer is a tortoiseshell dutch rabbit that we adopted from the humane society this past Sunday. He was a "stray" meaning someone threw him out to survive on his own and somebody else called the humane society to come get him.

Max has been obsessing over rabbits for awhile and considering how poorly the dog thing was going, I was willing to think about the possibility. We made an appointment for me and Max to go talk to the rabbit specialist volunteers at the humane society on Saturday about how to care for a rabbit and spent an hour and a half learning and visiting with all the bunnies there. Max fell in love with Fieffer on sight.

We took the whole family back and adopted him. At the end of the day, Max told me the best part of the day was when we took him out of his cage, put him in the carrier and brought him to his nice, cozy home. Although, he has been concerned about another bunny that we left there and I had to re-assure him that she would get her very own family. He is also concerned about his bunny dying, which has been very sad, but I think we've convinced him that it will be awhile before that will happen.

Fieffer, is hilarious. He throws a ball around, leaps onto things and LOVES to be pet. He will come up and lay next to you, flatten his head out and just zone while you pet him forever. He will even give you a nudge if you stop too soon. He is also doing very well with his litterbox. He has awhile before he will be allowed to roam freely about the house, but so far on his excursions he has returned to his cage to use the box and then gone back to snooping around.

He also seems to like Max. Max sat near him while he ate his breakfast and Fieffer decided that he would eat too. I found out later that this is pretty common for them to do if they like you, he will even start to groom if you pretend to groom yourself. Every night before bed, Max gives him a special treat and tonight Fieffer took it directly from his hand, which just made Max so very happy.

The cats.....Anubis and Poster are scared to death of him, Emma thinks he's pretty neat. She sat right next to him immediately after bringing him home and has met him nose to nose through the gate. At first Fieffer was a bit nervous and thumped at them, but I swear that he has been actively looking for Emma today. Apparently, cats and rabbits can get along quite well and even become very friendly.

fuzzy sheep

I posted last time that Mia is afraid of all things furry. Some of you probably thought I was exaggerating. This is an exact quote from a note sent home by the daycare. "Mia was terrified of the cotton balls. She did not make a fuzzy sheep."

I have my very own Little Albert. This is not normal.

defective

Normally, it's the kids begging the parents for a dog. I'm begging my kids for one. I'm a dog person, always have been. I have had dogs from the day I was born and have always been nuts about them. I've really missed Dedo and now with the passing of Smitten just wanted to have some sort of happy ending by getting a new dog. Found two perfect ones at the shelter, but I have a problem or actually two of them. Max and Mia are afraid of all things furry (except for rabbits in Max's case). Mia absolutely had a hissy fit when meeting a very sweet little dog today. I don't know anyone who has little kids that are afraid of dogs, and I have two. I don't know what the problem is and frankly I am afraid that this fear will only get worse without some exposure to dogs. But since the adoption counselor was basically like, come back in a year, that exposure won't be coming anytime soon. Sigh.