Cat Fight?

Asper Kitty and Mau do not get along. I think Mau is fine with Asper, but she detest him. She is strictly for a one cat family. So this evening I was upstairs playing in Logan's room when I spotted a little bunch of cat hair. I thought "wow those cats fight a lot, and Asper is obviously the losing cat." Then, "Logan we've got to show this to dad." Downstairs we go. After I finish show and tell with Matt, Logan goes "no, I cut my Asper kitty."
Me: oh really?
Logan: yeah, with blue scissors
Me: Where did you get blue scissors?
Logan: In my baby ma room. (It is currently my sewing room, since Maddie does not have much use for it)

Wow, thankfully i did/have not seen any evidence of bloodshed. Poor cat. At least Logan fessed up, and did not let mau take the blame.

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.

Fishing!!!

So we went driving out to Mount Hood last Saturday so Grammie could see the mountain, but it was so foggy we could not even see it at the timberline. On the way home Matt saw a sign that said "Rainbow Trout Farm." We stopped by and it was awesome! There were ten different pond, seven we could fish from. Rods, reels, worms and bucket were all provided. So we cast Logan's little fishing rod out there and in about a sweconds we had a hit. He got loose while we reeled him in, so we put a new worm on and cast again, the second fish also got loose. But three times a charm and on our third cast we caught an eleven inch fish!! As soon as we cast out the line Logan and I just started reeling in. We caught four fish in less that five minutes! Three were eleven inches and one was 17!!! While we were trying to get a picture of our 17 inch fish it flopped out of Matt's hand and hit Logan in the face. He did not like that much. Matt and I then got to clean our fish. I haven't doned that in years. Matt pretty much only does catch and release, so he hasn't done it in a while either. Logan is very empathetic and did not like us cutting his fish. Poor guy. I think he had fun though.