Friday, June 20, 2008

Leaping Lizard

I owe the world an update. The boy's meds are helping the croup. He's cranky.

But today, we had a lizard run under our front door into the house, which mostly freaked me out. I called my husband, whose great advice was "catch it." I called my friend, who listened as I moaned and groaned and bitched and moved furniture and peered under bookshelves with a flashlight.

Anyway, once the lizard had gone the entire length of the bookshelf and ensconced itself on the slate coasters in the corner under the baby books, I quietly played Jenga with everything on top of the lizard, then used a Tupperware lid to convince the lizard to get into a kid's meal bucket from the zoo. Once it entered the bucket, I slammed the lid on top and took it outside to the sidewalk where I freed the lizard.

So I am a rock star, but a quiet one, because the baby is sleeping and it took him a long time to do so.

The cats were completely useless, btw. Even when the lizard sat on top of the bookshelf, they were not interested at all. No prey instinct. Maybe they don't like lizards, too chewy, not enough meat to be of effort.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Grumbel growl grumble

Well, I was hoping to have time to write a nice happy upbeat post about our fabulous trip to CO, but since the boy has croup and put a sippy cup top down the sink, lost the Robin Hood DVD somewhere, and partially destroyed an unread magazine, I'm working on getting my blood pressure down. All this happened while I was discovering that Netflix is doing away with Profiles, that is, the ability to keep one queue for the guy who likes obscure anime and sci-fi stinkers and one for me. So now I have to figure out what alternatives there are to Netflix, so I'm already cranky. Boys with croup are also cranky.

Okay. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. More later when I am not so cranky.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Washing is fun

Having a washing machine is such a blessing that I can't even tell you. Thanks to J & T for, well, allowing us to benefit from seriously unfun life upheavals.

Washing machines aside, we went to the new children's museum this weekend and A had a fabulous time. We bought a membership because, well, if the three of us visit twice in the next year, it'll be paid for. I think A and I will go there during the week anyway.

They had a toddlers' gallery that was a virtual forest: trees to climb through and in, big wool boulders and hills to climb on. A liked the clouds on the wall that were all geared together; turn one and a set all rotated together. There was also a fishpond that you could pull back the surface to see the fish underneath.

There's lots of stuff, and it's all hands-on. There was a go-kart ramp with little wooden cars that A loved. Another big hit: a bubble machine surrounded by bowls of soapy water and bubble wands at kid height. Boy, did we have a hard time getting him to leave that. There's a room downstairs that looks like you're in a tank with dolphins, but it's a loud echoing basement room with children screeching like banshees. A wasn't quite so into that.

And I'm up so early because we have to take back the U-haul pick-up used for transporting the washer and go to the orthodontist this morning. C is still snoring away, despite the annoying loud top 40 playing.