Mooseless No More

The "curse" is broken!! I can now confirm an actual moose sighting (by me personally!) in my neighborhood. Several days ago my husband called me about a block from our house and informed me that he had just passed a momma moose and her 2 babies. He takes great pleasure in telling me these things as he knows it makes me crazy. However, today I was over at my friend Nicole's house (just 2 houses down from mine), when I looked out the window and low and behold.....momma moose and her 2 babies! It was AWESOME! Then just a couple hours later as I was driving home from the store I turned onto my street and there they were again! Apparently they like our low-key neighborhood. I feel that now I have "truly experienced Alaska" and must no longer carry the shame and sadness of being mooseless.

Yours truly,
Moosestatic in Alaska

Short All Over

As many of my friends and family know, I am short, or what I like to think of as "vertically challenged". In addition, I have been doing some self-evaluation lately (mostly while I'm on the toilet) and have come to discover that I am also short on patience, short on time and short on energy. Thanks to Darwin, I understand that my "shortcomings" have caused me to evolve and adapt. Instead of just being short, now I'm a "multi" too. I can multi-task on multiple levels while using my multiple skills to fit in multiple naps! While this does require some ambition or motivation (or whatever dirty word you want to use) initially, it does pay off in the end - the short end I'm sure.

The Family That Coughs Together.....

Is it possible for just one family member to get "a little cold" and not give it to the rest of the family? I think not. For example, 2 days ago one of my sweet little 6-year-old virus incubators came down with a pretty good fever. By yesterday morning we were all feverish, achy, sneezy, coughy and yup, dopey. Last night as I lay in bed trying to decide if I would rather die in a fire or floating on an iceburg in the Artic Sea (not too far from here you know), I heard the dog start to make that wonderful gagging sound that every pet owner loves. Sure enough, she puked on the carpet. When it rains, it pours.

Luckily, I am happy to report that this morning all of the kids seemed to feel better, especially Austin because the tooth he's been working on for 4 weeks finally fell out in the middle of the night. "Why didn't the tooth fairy come?" he asked - to which I was tempted to reply, "She came down with malaria somewhere over Africa."

The Waiting Game

Wow, it's been awhile since I posted, but since excuses are like...well, you know what they're like, I won't make any.....right now anyway!

At any rate.....

I noticed the other day that Noah has 2 new spectators each time he's placed in the highchair. Beanie and Mac (i.e. Hoover and Dyson) reacting to the sound of the tray snapping into place, take that as their cue to "assume the position" and patiently await their gifts from "heaven". (see example below).

Fortunately Noah hasn't figured out what they're doing there yet and started to feed the stinkin' beggars, but I suppose it's only a matter of time. It's hard for me to feel anything close to remorse about them 1) eating table scraps 2) begging and 3) licking the highchair as I feel that we all benefit. Noah can be as wild as he wants with his food, Mom doesn't have much to clean up and the doggies get a regularly scheduled Scooby Snack!