Last spring a friend was dropping me off after we ran away to Lowes. I happened to look up as my motion light went off to see the BIGGEST OPOSSUM I had ever seen (ok the only opossum I have ever seen) in my drive way. I promptly called my husband from the car to tell him. He laughed at my fear; it was big enough to take my youngest away. We never saw the opossum again. Fast forward to two weeks ago; the hubby and I were sitting in the family room with my parents when my mom shrieked at the site of the opossum looking through our sliding doors. I fortunately did not get a close up look at him that night. The following the night I did get a really good look at him as he visited my sliding door again. HOLY opossum Batman. He is HUGE!! The hubs now believes me that this bugger is ginormous. I later found out that the village we reside in will send a wild life remover, wild life catcher, wild life exterminator (I am too lazy to get up and see what his official title is) over to trap and remove our little uninvited guest. So after a quick phone call to the village office I received a call from said trapper. He showed up Friday evening and set traps all around our deck with a promise that he will be back every day to check the traps. Saturday’s trip did not provide the invader. Sunday’s trip however has put my fears to rest. WE GOT HIM and a pesky squirrel, which unfortunately was released back into my yard. This opossum was gnarly and by the looks of him was not well.
My oldest turned four on Friday and I figured it would be a good time to cut his hair. He asked for a mohawk the last time I cut it. So we have let it grow so it would be long enough and I figured his birthday would be the perfect day to do it. I took him upstairs for his bath and figured I would cut his hair first. I got him all settled and lubricated the clippers. I spent a considerable amount of time looking at his head and figuring out where the best place to make the line on both sides of his head. When I was satisfied that I had the right spots I started to buzz his hair. I didn’t get a full swipe on his head when I started to wonder why SO much hair was coming off. It was then I realized I NEVER PUT THE BLADE GUARD ON! So forget the Mohawk I needed to take his hair down a lot shorter then we had planned.
I hope it doesn’t take long to grow out. OH BOY WHY ME?
Last night we had a totally new experience with my oldest. At almost four he is still getting into bed with me at night. It took us a lot of work and many different strategies, including a bedtime bear clock that is supposed to help teach bedtime vs. wake up time. We had broken this habit after many sleepless nights and then my husband and I left them for 4 days to go on a trip and we have had to start all over again. I can say after two months we are down to less frequency maybe 1-2 nights a week. The biggest problem we have with this is that he is really good at the stealth attack. I am a heavy sleeper and am not always aware that he has crawled into bed with me and he NEVER gets in on his daddy’s side. Well on Monday night I did become aware of him snuggled up to me so I climbed over him and carried him back to his bed. We even talked about it on Tuesday and how important it was for him to stay in his own bed till morning. So last night he found his way to my room before his daddy had gone to bed. This time he woke me up instead of just climbing in. I woke up long enough to tell him to go back to bed and I would see him in the morning. At that point I fell back asleep. It was not until sometime later I became aware that he did not go back to his own room. I was caught somewhere between sleep and consciousness when I heard rustling papers and my husband getting out of bed fast. I did not think much of it until I was being wakened to my husband kneeling in front of me. It took a few seconds for me to be fully aware of what he was telling/asking me. I was unable to understand why he was asking me what he should do. It seems that instead of going back to his room my son crawled under my bed and fell asleep. My husband was asking what he should do with him. In the end we decided to wake him up and put him back in bed. After which my husband shared his heart was beating out of his chest in fear of what was moving under our bed. OH BOY WHY ME?
