i know you seen me on the video (true)

since i can't get blogger to upload videos for some reason (blast you, blogger!), i'm uploading them onto facebook. if any of you readers of mine are on facebook and haven't found me yet, friend me so you can watch. these videos are hilarious and adorable, and include:

• elias playing the piano singing "glory God" and "red sox song" (for you, auntie kris). watch his star-quality as he tells me to clap and not to come "too close." just plain hilarious.


• the release of ribbons the mouse and her four babies "into the wild"...some funny commentary on this one.


• piper dancing to "boom boom pow" in the living room. shaking her booty booty. SO adorable.

hope you all have a fabulous weekend!
if you're local, check out the rummage sale going on at our church today from 8 to 2!

why is this mouse so FAT?

this is the question i kept asking when we caught ribbons just a couple weeks ago.

why is he so FAT?!

was he really feasting on THAT many bread crumbs under the toaster?! and then suddenly it became clear. ribbons is no boy (and with a name like ribbons, this is lucky)...ribbons is a girl. and not just a girl. a MAMA.

to four little teeny tiny mouse babies.

GLORIOUS!

now i have FIVE mice! elias has been calling them "uno, dos, tres, and cuatro" but undecided on which of the many amazing spanish numbers to choose from, he also calls one of them cinco.

i guess i'm in too deep now to go back. truth is, uno, dos, tres, and cuatro/cinco are REALLY cute (if mice don't freak you out, anyway). now i need to figure out WHAT i'm going to do with 5 mice...especially when being brothers and sisters doesn't exactly concern them in the mating arena ;) any good ideas?

by the way

post-script: i have to add an important detail here- the insult to injury with the whole ribbons the mouse, new pet in my house-thing is that i just discovered on monday that stinking mice have been literally eating my clothes in my closet. little buggers destroyed a brand new shirt i haven't even worn yet! so my husband built a blocker so they can't climb in from the attic and onto the pole in the closet any more. which is stellar. however, those little punks are lucky they're cute and scraggly, otherwise, ribbons would have likely met another fate. and it doesn't involve sleeping on a bed of cotton, with a dish full of starch. pssh.

welcome, country mouse

as i cleaned up lunch this afternoon, i went to toss a few random toys back into the toy room. as i stepped into the doorway, right there, sitting amidst building blocks and race cars, was none other than the country mouse himself.

i froze. he froze.

i think a tumbleweed blew past.

i thought to myself "WHAT in the WORLD is this mouse DOING? what does he have a death wish?! it's the middle of the day!" i looked around quickly to see what i could catch him in. nothing within my grasp. perfect. so i went for him. scurry scurry. i trapped him in the doorway, but then i thought 'if i catch him in my hands, is he going to, like, bite me?!' hmm. better not find out. so i chased him into the toys and picked up a woven basket. gotcha! nope. he squeezed through a hole. blast! he runs under the baseboard heater, and i think i lost him when out he shoots out again. ha! i'll get you, mouse! i grab a little puzzle box, as elias looks on in wonderment. i must have looked ridiculous chasing this mouse around. i capture it under the box. success!

and then i think "what in the WORLD do i DO with it?"

you see, dave sets traps for mice all the time, but it's not something i'm involved in. i don't do dead mice. live ones, okay, sure. dead ones- nah. and we've got a small country of country mice in our house. our house is 150 years old and our foundation is made of stone. basically, i could probably squeeze through our foundation if i wanted to. so we catch mice frequently, and see them frequently, but the boldness (or stupor) of this mouse was pretty hilarious.

as i'm thinking of what i do with this mouse trapped under the puzzle box (do i put it outside? do i step on it? do i feed it to the neighbors cat?), elias, mr. curious, wants to hold the mouse.

of course.

so now i've got a pet.

and his name...is ribbons. eli's favorite dog name (who knows...) is getting a test run on country mouse. and as elias looks at him, he says to me "mum- God made him pretty." c'monnnn. i mean, how do i kill this thing now?!

the irony of all ironies, this mouse. instead of eating crumbs from under the toaster oven, ribbons is now enjoying entire crackers, hand fed by young elias. hahaha. awesome.

would you like to meet him??