June 25, 2009

Christie is currently unable to update her blog so I am updating for her. The Drs decided to induce her about 8 hours ago. So, we're still sitting around in the hospital waiting for the contractions to pick up and Penny to get out of there. I'll be posting pics as soon as possible.

June 18, 2009

Baby Shower or Bust

On May 31st Mom threw a baby shower for me. Here's the spread Mom and friends put together. (The fruit skewers stuck in the watermelon was my idea!)

The centerpiece was this supercute diaper cake. Apparently you can order these online for $80 or so, but Mom made one for me! I didn't realize until I got it home that every diaper was individually rolled up and tied with a piece of ribbon. I'll be sad to take it apart!

Doug and I. Look! He's actually smiling! Sort of...
The best and least blurry of me opening gifts from our very generous family and friends. I swear the last time I wore that top I didn't look like a pregnant stripper. In a matter of days the girls took the shirt from cute to lewd. And of course I didn't realize until I saw the pictures. All part of the deal, I suppose.

Our thanks to everyone who came and contributed to Project Penelope. I didn't fully realize until a few weeks ago that there is really nothing you have already that can be used for a baby. Everything has to be new. Well, I guess I have some Q-tips and cotton balls. Phew! Got that covered! Check, check!

Who needs a cat...

When you've got a Dozer!

So, we have a mouse. Again. It was first sighted in the pantry and has since been blocked from the 24-hour mousie buffet. We haven't set any traps yet because we haven't had much luck in the past. Last year's mice seemed to be able to eat everything off of a classic mouse trap without setting it off. We then tried the glue traps that are supposed to put the mouse to sleep or kill it through the glue or something. Well, they don't seem to work that way. Let's just say it's a very traumatic process for everyone involved. However, we do need to decide soon on a plan of attack.

Here's a timeline of Dozer's hunt for the mouse:

Friday, June 12
Apparently spotted the mouse on the kitchen counter and scared it behind the stove. Is still convinced it is there hours later. Every time we said, "where's the mouse?" he would run to the kitchen and look up at the counter.

Saturday, June 13
Has forgotten about the mouse in the kitchen. Asking, "where's the mouse?" now results in the same reaction "where's your (fill in the blank)?" usually does, meaning whatever toy he happens to be interested in at the time. Lately, that has been Honk Dog aka the "loofah" dogs sold everywhere these days.

Wednesday, June 17
Spots the mouse in the living room and sniffs around for it for several minutes. Apparently does not understand the concept that the mouse will not necessarily emerge from the point of entry.

Thursday, June 18
2 a.m.
I am awakened by Dozer rummaging around in the office. I go in to find the trash can emptied, some foam board and the like I had leaning against the wall knocked over and Dozer with his head shoved under the shelf. Still does not understand that the mouse will not necessarily emerge from the point of entry. He is too worked up to go to bed and his mouth breathing is bothering me so I closed him out of the bedroom.

5 a.m.
Doug and I are both awakened by Dozer thundering down the stairs. Obviously there has been another sighting. I go to make sure he hasn't knocked anything over and try to get him to come to bed again. Still too excited, so he gets locked out again.

6:45 a.m.
Has apparently spent the night in the stairwell. Finally comes into the bedroom and flops down on his bed like he is completely exhausted. Mousing is hard work!
We are slowly discovering all of the places in the house that even a single piece of candy is located and getting rid of it. You would think the mouse would leave when there is no easily available food and there is a 55-pound maniac hot on its trail.

June 06, 2009

Mmmm, love that wet dog smell..........

So, I slacked off a bit on my dog washing duties. It was time to catch up before it was too late; the belly is becoming quite a hinderance to daily activities. Dozer was super hairy, and Kaleb had been a victim of my spectacular mess. I dropped a small container of salad dressing which bombed straight to the floor and emitted a 10-foot arc that struck the ottoman, the rug and Kaleb. She leapt up like, "what the heck," and then Dozer cleaned the ottoman for us and Kaleb cleaned the rug. I attempted to clean Kaleb off, which worked fine on her head and leg but the streak down her back was a bit more stubborn. She was left with a crusty patch that eventually wore off, but really needed to be washed out. I think we even sent her to the vet to get her teeth cleaned with the crusty streak.

Dog bath day is always a fun day in the Strahler household. First, we play hide and seek. Sometimes followed but a rousing bout of "I'm bigger than you and can carry you up the stairs." Though more recently it has been more like "follow the cookie." I've been enlisting Doug's help to haul them into the tub, so it is truly a family affair.

Here is Kaleb in the tub. Still dry, but already with the sad face.

Now she is wet. Sadder face? I can't tell.

Now she's clean and either happy to be clean or just happy that it's over.

Now for the big baby. We chased him out from behind the couch only to have him enter "the fortress."

Dry. (Penny snuck into the corner of this one.)


Clean, but still with the sad face.

After Dozer is out of the tub, he usually runs around like a moron for about 5 minutes and then he a Kaleb have a wrestling match. He was going too fast to catch the moron bit on film, then I didn't have the camera for the wrestling. But you get the idea. Good times.
Finally, the last stage is to get me clean because I end up a wet, hairy mess after all of the fun. There are no pictures of this part of the process.
I'm glad they're clean because they really needed it, but I think this is their last bath for a while. At least at home. I'll consider paying someone else to deal with it, at least in the near future.