It's Getting Colder

I remember when E was M's age.

Almost every post was about her, it's a funny age.

Now, her funny stories are just as funny, but more subtle... and so I don't always feel up to telling them how they really are.

But she does still have them.

Like just now, when I told her I loved her. And then, I told her again.

And then, she said:

"Mom, I am in the middle of reading a book. Please go away."

Now, if that's not my daughter, I'll eat M's sparkle potty shoe.

Or earlier this week when, after reading several Chinese fairy tales, she told me:

"Mom, China is like Disneyland. No one is poor there and no one wears rags."

Who sent the Little Red Book to our house?

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Meanwhile, GQ is sick. He only threw up three times, but now he just lays around the house. Very sad looking. I am hoping no one else gets sick, especially since my mom is visiting next week.

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Yesterday, I finally bought some mouse traps.

For some reason (some reason = mental anguish over ever having to actually see a dead squashed mouse) I have had a hard time buying traps. Instead, I secured and moved most of our food, and made a board to cover the crack between the pantry door and the kitchen floor.

This solved most problems, but not all, so I finally bought the traps.

Then, I told Justin I wanted nothing to do with them.

Last night he went "hunting" and caught one perpetrator. Two of the traps were looted, but not sprung.

I stayed upstairs and said the ABC's over and over while he went to check the traps.

Yuck.