Yikes!

Yesterday, Logan brought me a bug. He had it gently between his fingers. He wanted to put it in his bunny bubble container. Very narrow opening, so I suggested we put it in a container that was wider at the top, plus clear so we could see the bug. I opened the tupperware and then held it out for Logan to drop the bug in. He does.....IT'S A BEE!!!!!! I quickly put the lid on and tried to explain to Logan that if the bee had stung him, we would have to go to the doctor, Mama as well. I sure hope he doesn't get that allergy from me. Anyway, I let the bee suffocate, not very nice of me, but if the bee was angry about the whole capture thing, I did not want us to be part of his revenge.

Pets and the kids that love them?

Recently we have had a lot of events surrounding the animals. Last Friday, we were having quiet time with lots of story reading and such, trying to get the kids to take a nap. At least I fell asleep. I woke up to find that Logan had covered Ally in Vaseline. We promptly went outside and gave Ally a bath, but I have found that I should have followed the directions: Wash, rinse, REPEAT. Ally still has a grease spot on her back.

Today I have several excuses for not changing diapers. First, while I was showering Ally ate my diaper bag. I figured out it was because I had half of an Odwalla bar in the side pocket. Since Ally haws not yet developed her opposable thumbs rather than use the zipper, she just chewed a hole in the bag. Then during quiet time today Ally ate my baby wipes. Last weekend, Logan pulled all the wipes out of the container, and instead of throwing them away, I just put them in a zip-loc bag. I guess, Ally figured that usually when she chews up a baggie she gets Trix or Goldfish, so she assumed that is what she would get this time, instead she got baby wipes.

We were reading "The Seven Little Postmen" today and there is a picture of many kittens. So I asked Logan how many cats does he have. He said "two." I then asked him what his cats’ names are. Logan says "Asper kitty," then he thinks for a second and says "Ow, ow Mau." He thought of that all on his own. Mau likes to attack us as we walk across the room. He also loves to hide underneath the bed skirt and bite our toes.