Breathe...Breathe...Just Breathe...

All you can do is breathe...no thinking, just breathe...it's the only way I made it through the first part of my day!

I was up late chatting with the Mr. (who's in Pearl Harbor), and I still managed to get up on time this morning. Fixed a bottle for Kaleb, helped Cass get some breakfast, then off to shower! Just as I was about to dry my hair, I realized the plug wasn't working - a sinking uh-oh feeling over came me. This has happened before, so I pretty much knew what to do. The outdoor garage freezer, and the 3 bathrooms are on the same breaker. If too many things are plugged in, the breaker trips. Easy fix, you just reset it. So, back to my morning....

By this time I have my hair pined up, make up on, dressed in my shirt and jeans - no socks. I open the garage door to go reset the breaker, and I find the freezer door wide open. Instantly you hear, "CASSANDRA ISABEL, Garage now!". I'm completely raging with anger, and checking to see just how thawed the food is. In complete disgust, I close the freezer door - nothing survived! By now she's standing at the door, a few feet from me, saying over and over, "I'm sorry Mommy." Just as I'm about to take a step towards the door, I look down and there sits a small gray mouse - within inches of my feet! All you hear by now is screeching, screaming and me leaping to the top of the freezer! (No joking here, I was literally on top of the freezer.) I'm in full on panic mode, so overwhelmed I'm crying... Sitting on top of the freezer, trying to breathe and screaming to my daughter to get into the house, there's a mouse! There stands my daughter laughing...laughing hysterically at her Mother saying, "it's just a mouse, it isn't going to hurt you". Really? It's a mouse! I almost stepped on a mouse!! Throughout this entire ordeal the mouse hasn't moved (I think he was sick). It doesn't matter though, there's a mouse between me and the door and the only thing to do is leap, and close the door. All I needed was a safe place to sit and calm down...

There was no more venturing into the garage to reset the tripped breaker. No time, no patience, no strength...I was too overwhelmed. I headed back upstairs to find a new place to dry my hair, the hallway!

By now, thanks to the mouse...I'm running late, but still in good time. I decided to take the truck today since it has GPS, and I always find myself lost. After the day/week I've had, I wasn't interested in getting lost. I haven't driven, or even moved the Tahoe since Charlie left, so who knew I was going to hop inside and find the battery dead! I've jumped my car before, but I was pretty nervous about the truck since I'm not familiar with it, and it's so tall too! I heard the neighbor boys outside, so I darted next door asking our neighbor Bill if he would come help me out. Thankfully, I live next door to the kindest neighbors!! He helped me get it started, and while he was over...I couldn't help but ask him how he felt about mice. My angle worked out perfectly, and in no time he grabbed a rag and picked up the mouse (which still hadn't moved). I can't even express how amazing this made me feel...the relief to come home to a garage without a dead/sick mouse!
What on earth is with guys who have no fear of rodents?? He just picked it up in a rag, Ewwww! Then he asked if I wanted to see it?! Double Ewwww. I'm going to already have nightmares from nearly stepping on one, you think I want to look at it?? Oh no thank you! But thanks for removing him, he's all yours!

Note to self: Wear shoes boots when entering the garage!


Finally, we are in the truck and on our way! The sun is shining, a bit on the warm side... Cass looking out the window, "look Mom, the cows". Driving, kids are quite...all is well. A frapp sounds good about now, but no time...I'm officially running late! Then......crap! It pops in my head, I didn't pack a bottle. I'm thinking...how do you forget to pack the bottle? Seriously, all things packed, but the bottle! Ugh......time to turn around.

I arrived 1 hour and 35 minutes late, starving and thirsty! Just as I pulled into the driveway, the garage opens and out comes Grandma. Puzzled as to what on earth happened, and why I was so late. It was a quick, hi..hello..how are you? Where do you want to eat?? We were all starving - except Kaleb. He was doing pretty good.
She introduced me to this amazing little restaurant in Tacoma, called Tijuana Taco. If you love Mexican food, I highly recommend this place! I don't eat out much, and it's a good thing this place is an hour away. If not, I would visit all too often.  

Considering my crazy morning, I'm not surprised I forgot the camera! I also don't know why my damn Blackberry takes such crappy photos too! I've seen cheaper phones take much better photos...bummer! But, here's us today. Excuse the poor quality camera phone photos...

First Mother's Day with my little man!

Sixth Mother's Day with my beautiful daughter!

serious little man who needs a haircut.

I'm so proud of Kaleb! He mastered crawling up that step in the background of the photo above.



Ok! Now before I end this incredibly long blog, what would a visit to Tacoma be without donuts from Krispy Kreme?! Due to extreme bumper to bumper traffic, we had no other choice than to stop for a 1/2 dozen! Yummm. Now this is how you end and interesting, yet wonderful Mother's Day with my sweet kiddos and Grandma Jenkins! I hope you all had a fabulous day.

Donuts from Krispy Kreme! 

-chocolate iced w/ sprinkles, chocolate fudge cake, s'mores, glazed raspberry filled, glazed chocolate cake x2-

The squirrel incident(s)...

This afternoon I noticed one of the squirrels who attacks the house was back and at it full swing. I could hear him scratching in the living room wall. As I got into the room, I was able to pin point his location - right next to the fireplace. I ran outside looking to see if he was just outside, or really in the wall. When I was outside, I could hear him, but not see him.

It was awhile later when I was on the phone with my Mom and I heard what sounded like a nut falling, then a loud thump on what seemed like metal from the fireplace. I paused, remained very still, gasped, completely in fear...freaking out. (I have these images of one popping out of the fireplace, or chewing a hole through the wall.)

Now, in the past I've contacted our landlord about previous squirrel issues, but they didn't take me seriously. This time, I wanted some sort of proof so they would quickly send help! With my fear of squirrels, and the Mr. out to sea...there is nothing I can/am willing to do.

Let me fill you in on how I investigate...white curtain rod in one hand, and camera in the other! I'm no fool, I believe these crazy wild creatures want revenge for the two deaths of their fellow squirrel friends - more about that later. The first several times I went outside, I used the front door and walked around to the back of the house. However, while on the phone with my Mom, I noticed the clawing much louder - I could hear him from the kitchen. I grabbed the curtain with my shoes, and scooted out the door to the deck. I could hear him, but it took a bit to locate him (I wasn't wearing my glasses). Once I pin pointed the sound, I noticed a small hole under the gutter, then...a foot with claws popped out! I freaked out...OMG...I was totally right in where I believed he was! Creepy, Ewww...it was official. There's a trapped squirrel. Now, to run back inside and grab the camera! I snapped a couple shots, and video then time to run back inside.

I'll back track a little here.... Years ago I told my husband I thought we may have a rat in the wall! I was terrified of the digging/scratching sound I could hear at the top of the wall/roof area in the living room. Since I'm the kind of person who needs answers, and answers now...I did the first thing that came to mind. I got out the tripod and video camera, then took it outside and set it up. I aimed it toward the holes at the roof line where I could hear the scratching.  Here's a photo from today, since it will take me too long to locate the original photo and video clip. But, the holes I'm talking about are the three round holes which are covered by what I think is chicken wire. So, I let the video run for some time, waiting and hoping he would show himself - which he did! I was so proud, I captured my first culprit on video!

Some days I would listen to him running across the living room. This went on for weeks before I noticed him over towards the front door - at the drainage pipe from the gutter. Apparently one fell into the pipe, and you could hear him trying to run up it. Ah...I can still hear it in my head years later!! When I contacted the landlord about all this, they told us to just do what we need to get them out. They weren't going to send anyone. I was pissed, but what can you do. It's not our house... Charlie unhooked the elbow to the drainage pipe, and waited until he left the roof crawl space area, and closed up the remaining holes at the roof line. Then, for a few days we had to listen to him screaming outside! No joke, an awful loud squealing as he tried chewing at the chicken wire over the closed holes. He wasn't afraid of me either. I would run out there banging things, hollering to shoo him away - all I got in return was an evil eyed look from him! When the screaming stopped, we noticed he managed to loosen the staples from the chicken wire, and get back in! At this point, I'm so angry I could shoot him! Once again, my poor husband had to wait until he left, and close up the hole again. This went on one more time, on this time once he got in he started working at another hole from the inside out!

Finally, all holes were closed and we headed out of town on a camping trip, only to come home and discover our unwanted house guest had returned! This time we had no idea how he got in, each hole was still secured, but he was working pretty hard getting the wire loose. Any other hole, and he might have lived...but he picked the hole with the longest wire. After some intense squirrel screeching, I ventured outside to check things out. I noticed his nose and teeth were stuck in the wire, he was bleeding. It was a tragic experience, on I wish I could block out! Perhaps I did not like Mr. squirrel, and at one point I threatened to shoot him, I really wouldn't have though...he's just a poor little creature who drove me insane some days. Sadly, there was nothing we could do. By time Charlie was able to get to him he had died...


Then, last summer I left an old kitchen trash can on the back deck. It rained a lot, so there was quite a bit inside...one afternoon when Charlie was cleaning up he noticed inside was a dead squirrel.

So, now perhaps you see why I am completely terrified of squirrels and believe they are trying to get revenge on the loss of their friends!

RIP my unwanted squirrel guests, I hope help arrives soon to successfully release your friend!
-Sincerely, the angry tenant lady whom you drove inane


Before I leave you, I want to share a piece of artwork my daughter made! Love artwork from the mind of a 5 year old... Do you see how round I am? What am I trying to do, smoke him out?? - notice the smoke in chimney! The small round circles at my feet are the previous nuts she left out for the squirrel - he must be hungry, and they love nuts she said.

Mommy taking a photo of the trapped squirrel in the wall!

It's A Tooth! It's A Tooth!

Mom!!!!! It's a tooth!  I hear as I'm sitting at the computer checking out the new site updates at KitchenMonki.  I was a bit confused because none of her teeth are loose.  When she approached me with her hand wide open, "It's a tooth!", I finally understood she was only confused.  I began laughing when I realized what it was - a white nerd found on the floor nearby where she and brother were playing.

Can you believe she was upset when I told her it wasn't a tooth??  She was bummed because she wanted to put brother's tooth under HER pillow for the tooth-fairy!

*Update! Brother doesn't even have teeth yet...