Thursday, May 28, 2009

Fatal Attraction

See this cute little puddy tat?



She likes to torture things. Like this one that she blinded and then watched as it slammed itself into things.



And then decapitate them and drag them into our basement. Thankfully this one didn't fit through the kitty door.



I'd almost be disgusted, except that Momma's vegetable garden and flowers have been virtually untouched. And Hubby, who "hates" cats, now has a strange fondness of this one because she comes when she's called, snuggles with his boys, and kills things. Apparently his priorities for females aren't very high.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Smart Ass

[Comment: I changed one of the names but couldn't change the one that was crucial to the story.]

We were putting on jammies, and as always, we were noticing and pointing out things we probably shouldn't along with discussing who inherited what from whom.

Daddy, slightly disappointed, "Bubba's got the Smith butt..."

Me, never failing to correct Daddy, "No, he's definitely got a Harry butt."

Bubba interjects angrily, "No! I don't have a hairy butt!"

And like the whole thing was scripted, Mooser looks at Daddy, casually gestures his pointer finger at him, and states clearly, "but you do!"

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Three Words and Then Some

A few days ago, Mooser came up to me, hung over my back and smooshed his face up to mine. "I wuv you mommy," he purred. And after I said "I love you Mooser!" and kissed him, he rolled around in my lap, over my shoulders, down my back while experimenting with the phrase. After one final big momma smooch on the cheek, he gave me his infamous sideways glance and happy-danced towards his Legos.

This morning, Bubba stretched with his rear in the air, his head cocked slightly, and his shoulders hunched to allow his arms full reign to zap the remaining sleepiness through his fingers. He then bounced out of bed, only to return to intently sing "I love you mommy," before leaping back out of bed and crushing whatever was in his path, my "I love you too Bubba," following him as he darted out the door.

I must be doing something right. Or I just haven't done anything wrong in awhile.