Two things.
One – if there was ANY doubt why I cave in and give the niece and nephews whatever they want, this should clear it up. I dare you to resist. DARE YOU.
And! Today, the pup swam her first official, unassisted, 25m Free Style, complete with side breathing today.
Her backstroke is still awesome too – and she could make the 25 easy, but someone else was using the deep end so they couldn’t do it today. Probably tomorrow.
And her breaststroke is doing pretty well too. Girly should pass without a problem on Friday – then it’s swim team in November.
Fourteen.
Why on earth do these kids keep insisting on growing up? 14 years ago today, she came into my life – a week late (and she’s been late ever since!) and almost 10 pounds of bouncing baby girl. My joy, my trial, my partner in all things of the snarkilicious variety… my daughter. My First Daughter.
Every day is a treat, a delight in something new. She’s sensitive, caring, smart, snarky, bitchy, delightful, open, daring, strong, sassy. She’s everything I could have asked for and more. Fourteen years. Seems like yesterday…
Happy Birthday, Snarkette. I love you.
PS. Please try to keep from killing the budget as I pay for that phone, huh? TIA!
Hair dye and kitty cats…
So. We broke out the hair dye a while ago, including the blue, and set the blue jar on the counter in the bathroom like usual, and thought no more about it. There were jokes of dying the cats for fun, but naturally I said no, and there would be none of that to MY kitty cats. Laughter all around.
But we didn’t account for said kitty cats. One in particular. Annabelle.
You see, she decided she wanted to lay down exactly where that darn bottle was on the counter. So she batted it. And rolled it. And discovered the lid was loose, and batted it some more, and then got bored and laid down to sleep on the countertop.
Right. In the puddle. Of Blue. Hair. Dye. she had created. Ace went one step further, and just stuck his foot Right. Into. The. Bottle.
The Boy got his wish, I suppose, as we now have cats with blue streaks. Heh.heh.heh.
Do you…
…have any idea how hard it was to hold this lil bundle and not dip him in butter and chew those lil chubby baby legs right up?
What’s funny is the minute Auntie Ladybug was saying goodbye, mama wouldn’t let me anywhere near the baby again. Apparently I’m only trustworthy with the sis around. Or something. I just laaaaaaaaughed… but not until I was in the car, of course. I’m not that heartless! *g* Hell when I was on my 3 kid i was letting everyone hold her. Those chubby thighs belong to baby number FIVE… and she HOMESCHOOLS too. Some folks is CRAZY.
In related news – not even a twinge. Brief baby fix and I’m all done. *L* I’m SO glad mine are all growed up!
IN completely unrelated news- on the “electronics that hate me” front, my DVR box went on the fritz yesterday. A call to my buddy at the desk, and he sent the refresh command through and you know what happened? It ERASED ALL MY PROGRAMING and saved shows!!! All of them! Every episode of Celebracadabra! DAMMIT. Harumph. Sorry, TBF. Guess I won’t get that recorded for you to see. SIGH.
Lola is still offline. Waiting on a compatible ethernet card. Sigh. Should be here by Friday.
The Mole: tasks for tots.
We’re down to four, and I’m still leaning toward Paul being the Mole – how about you? of course, that may see him eliminated, as I thought it could be Clay last week and yeah, bye bye Clay!
We start off dividing up into young at heart and a camera guy. Paul and Mark are together, and Nicole and Craig. It’s dexterity tests for tots though the catch is the young at heart player is blindfolded with their only view from the camera in their partner’s hands – which is a mirrored image. Harder then it looks, as the mind plays tricks on you, and your partner with the camera can not give you a good enough view. They put shaped blocks into the proper holes, kick a soccer ball into the net, and pour tea into teacups. There’s a whole bunch of mole-ish behavior, with zoomed cameras and spilled tea, and no one making a soccer goal. And then it’s the big test…
They have to walk across a plank between two buildings 2 stories high. Still with the camera/blindfold deal. So much for tot tasks! And of course it’s not that easy, they have to stop halfway across, pick up a piece of chalk, and then on the other end write “the Mole was here” on a chalkboard. Nice. (And also? not happening for me! Yikes! Sure, they’re all safety lined in and all, but still…)
Mark and Paul are first, and Paul is laughing, but it’s very shaky and nervous laughter. Oh and after the get the chalk, they only have 1 minute to get the message written. He makes it with seconds to spare! But of course, this makes Mark suspicious that Paul is the Mole since he did well on that one, but couldn’t make a goal with the soccer ball.
It’s Craigs turn, and his vertigo is kicking in, and he’s scared to death. Nicole follows his instructions as he says zoom in on the chalk – and he’s not even close to it… he makes it and picks up the chalk, and he starts across to the other side, and he’s taking too long to get to the other side. He makes it across without falling, but not in time to write the message on the board. Nicole says “even if he’s the mole, he didn’t have to mole it up that bad!”
Total pot is $353,500 after today’s efforts. Paul says Craig is his top suspect, especially after today.
