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Curiosity is Getting Old

So while I'm in my office typing about my little monster, Eric hollers from the bedroom that I need to come help get the cat out. Why do I have to do it? Oh, because when a child is in trouble, that child is MY child, not OUR child. Rascal's latest tight space to enjoy (here's his last one) is behind and under my nightstand. I had the nightstand a little bit away from the wall so that I could reach the plug for my iPod Touch charger. And that light on the charger just calls to Rascal apparantly. The nightstand was further away from the wall last night but this afternoon I pushed it back - not all the way back however. Hence our current predicament.

"Mommy, get me out."

Can't get out that way.

Can't get out that way. And it's too narrow of a place for him to jump out of despite being able to get in there, in the first place. So I move the nightstand back out so that he can get in between the nightstand and the bed post.

And what does that little stinker do? Decides he wants to smell everything around him like it's the first time he's ever experienced that part of my room. Whatever! It's probably the third time this week he's been down there. I threw my hands up in disgust and walked away to blog about it.

We've Created a Monster!

A polite monster, but a monster nonetheless. Rascal already has a cat treats problem. We can't find a local chapter of TA (Treats Anonymous) so Eric and I simply continued to enable his addiction. However, Eric has taught Rascal how to say please. When Rascal meows (or whines, depending on my mood) for treats, he runs to his chair in my bedroom (MY chair that he has taken over, mind you) and waits for us to pour treats. We dangle the bag in front of him, he smells it, and then nudges our hand with his head. That means "Please" (or "Give it to me now, lady!" depending on my mood).

I'm such a sucker for this child and such an enabler. Rascal's and my routine at bedtime is this: I get into jammies and go into the bathroom. Rascal follows and jumps on the counter. I take my eyes out and pull my hair back. I turn the water to warm and while it runs to get to the warm water, I cup my hands and fill them with the cold water for Rascal to then drink. (Stop rolling your eyes!!) If I fail to give him water before I fill my hands up with warm water to wash my face, he places his front paws on my arm closest to him and tries to reach my hands for a drink.

So, just now, I'm in the bathroom getting ready to brush my teeth and wash my face. Only, I do the routine a little bit different tonight. I use the bathroom facilities (keeping it a clean show here, folks), take my eyes out, pull my hair back and then scrutinize my face in the mirror. With no eyes in, I'm leaning over the counter and am within a couple of inches of the mirror. (That's what blind-as-a-bat people have to do, you know, when they take their eyes out. We can't look at our faces before taking our eyes out. Duh!) So I'm examining and that little polite monster nudges my tricep. He nudged me! As if to say, "Get a move on, chic. I'm thirsty," (or "Please," depending on my mood.) So I replied, "I'll wash my face when I'm ready to, child." The nerve of some people's children, er - I mean, cats.

It's bad enough to have a 5 year old daughter with attitude. I've got a cat with attitude.

As I walk past the front window this afternoon, Rascal has taken roost on a new vehicle. My van and Eric's car already have paw prints on them. He'd like to mess up a different vehicle.

Uncle Bryce's car really isn't all that clean so maybe it doesn't matter.

Rascal sees me taking pictures of him from the front window and now I believe he is daring me to do something about him being on Uncle Bryce's car. Stinkin' cat!

Even Us "Old" Parents Can Have Fun on April Fool's Day

For April Fool's Day, we short-sheeted Loch Monster's and Sweet Pea's beds. Jellybean doesn't sleep with her covers the right way nor is she long enough to have made this joke funny to her so sadly, she was left out of this April Fool's fun.

We sent Loch Monster to brush his teeth so that he wasn't around when we sent Sweet Pea to bed. She giggles as she gets into bed - not because she's already figured it out but because we're standing over her filming so something must be up. She ends this video in the most appropriate way because she gives the best answer to my question.

Loch Monster's video is a little boring up front because his room wasn't quite ready for bedtime yet. But we got 'em!! And Sweet Pea wanted in on the action as the prank was unveiled to Loch Monster. It's probably way more hilarious to us than to you but enjoy!!

My Scout Got Artsy Fartsy

As part of cub scout pack meeting last night, Loch Monster had to make and decorate a cake. He could have help making the cake but he had to do the decorating. He simply wanted to make a regular ole cake in a 9 x 13 pan, frost it and put sprinkles on it. That just wasn't going to cut it for me. "You don't want a rocket or a car or a football or whatever?" So we thought about it and we came up with a chess board. Loch Monster loves to play chess.

But now that we have this cool idea and the cake is baked and assembled, ready to frost when Loch Monster gets home from school, we have a problem. Loch Monster's chess pieces have felt on the bottom. My chess pieces have felt on the bottom. Felt bottoms and frosting don't mix. So Dad, the thinker, suggests to me that the pieces can be made out of Legos. BRILLIANT!!!

I picked up the kids from school and set Loch Monster to work at creating chess pieces. His imagination went wild. His first piece that he came to show me was about 4 bricks high and 4-2x3 bricks wide. Way, way too big for our chess board. I think he was kind of bugged that we didn't have a huge chess board that would allow him to be creative and large with his creations. "How creative can you be with restrictions of nothing bigger than a 2x2 brick? I mean, come on, mom!" (I know that is what he was thinking.) But he did it. I helped a teeny teeny bit to steer him in the right sized direction but he designed the pieces. Super easy to make the pawns be just the 2x2 bricks and we made the king and queen out of real Lego men but with chef's hats for the queens and construction hats for the kings. And then we just pilfered through his thousands of Legos to find interesting pieces to help him build rooks, bishops and knights.

I decorated one row across and one row down to start the checkerboard pattern and then Loch Monster filled in the rest. We were down to the wire and only had 15 minutes left before we needed to be at the church so he piped the white stars on the border and I piped the brown ones. Then we each assembled our own side of the chess board and off we went to pack meeting. He got the award for the Smartest Cake. And the reward of licking frosting out of his Legos. :-) (If you click on the picture of the cake, you can see a bigger image for a better view of his pieces.)

Auditions for Seussical the Musical

Loch Monster tried out for his very first play this past Tuesday, March 31st. He had to perform a song and then recite 30 seconds of text from a Dr. Seuss book.

We kept it easy and he sang a primary birthday song. He did really well considering the fact that he handed his music to their piano player, stepped up to center stage and sang all by himself. He didn't even seem concerned that he hadn't practiced his song with that pianist. I just prayed he came in on the music on time. Many kids didn't seem to know when to come in on their songs. He came in when he was suppose to and was on key. I was pleased.

Then he recited a few lines from One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. He was one of a handful of kids who had actually memorized his part. He actually seemed a little more nervous to recite his memorization than to sing. He didn't quite present it the same way we had practiced at home and I felt they cut him off on it a little too early - before he really got into more of the meat of it and calmed down a little. (But I also learned we could have picked his 30-second segment a little better, too, so that it was a better representation of his abilities.) But no worries. It doesn't matter because I thought he did amazingly well!!!! I'm super proud of him.

On the way home, we talked about his experience and how he felt about it. We talked about what he learned from watching the other auditioners - things he liked, didn't like, things he could incorporate into his auditions in the future. It takes a lot of courage to stand up in front of people, strangers, and perform. I told him that no matter what, whether he gets the part he wants or some teeny tiny supporting role or no part at all, he had just survived and thrived at his first audition and I couldn't have been more pleased with how he carried himself and how confident he was. Still scary for him? Yes, but he did great!

Move Over, Bozo!

My kids have really bad chapped lips and Loch Monster's are the worst. We call them his "troll lips." We even have our own sign language for "Put lip stuff on." Sometimes the area around their lips gets chapped as well because they lick them so much. And worse yet, sometimes their cheeks get chapped in this cold winter weather. So as their mom, it's my job to take care of them and teach them how to take care of themselves. I often put their chapstick on for them, going a little bit "outside of the lines" to get the chapped area around the lips and also dabbing a little on their chapped cheeks. Well, I do that for the girls. Loch Monster is big enough to take care of himself. Or so I thought.

I did the universal Smith household sign for "Put lip stuff on" and Loch Monster did just as he was told. One problem: he couldn't find his regular clear/white chapstick so instead used his red chapstick. Hence the big red lips and smears on the cheeks. Send in the clowns!!!