I've left a messy corner in my back yard in which to paint.
Red lids. White milk cartons. Gray juice boxes.
Today I had a very small window of opportunity in which to paint while Baby Boy took his morning nap.
I went outside, lined everything up, and right by my head heard cooing and a flapping of wings.
A mother Mourning Dove flew away, leaving her incredibly homely baby behind.
I could have picked this baby up. It didn't even flinch. Being that it was down wind of my painting, I moved all my stuff and proceeded to paint away in a new location. The minute I was done, it flew away.
I was very careful to keep my door shut so Barb would not feast upon this feathery delicacy.
In the afternoon, I checked the yard and found it to still be bird free. I let Barb out into the backyard (from which he cannot get out).
Baby Boy had very opinionated ideas about afternoon nap time. He insisted that I hold him. When he seemed very sound asleep, I laid him down. FOUR TIMES. FOUR TIMES he woke up, gave me a dirty look and set to screaming at me reasons for which I should continue to hold him. I had much to do, but I obliged him (he is cute and little and i get to send him home).
While I held him as he slept, I heard the back screen door open. This I knew to be Barb, letting himself in. So, I continued dozing with Baby Boy.
Then I noticed Barb let out a muffled meow.
Good Grief.
If it wasn't bad enough that we used to have mice IN our house, did he have to go outside and bring one in?
Only a tail hung out of his mouth.
I held in my screams so as not to startle the sleeping Baby Boy.
Barb walked all through the house why I tried to figure out whether or not this was worth waking up Baby Boy. I was about to try putting him in his crib again, when Barb thought it would be a good time to let his catch go. Right in the middle of the quilt Baby Boy sits on when he looks at books. I jumped back up on the couch and buried my face in Baby Boy's neck. He slept on.
I don't knew what happened to the mouse. Barb insisted it was under the Exersaucer, but it wasn't. He seemed sort of surprised by that. Even now, hours later, he keeps looking under it.
I'm just glad he didn't get the bird.
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3 comments:
It sounds like you're a SAHG -- stay at home Grandma -- like me! I agree...no matter what kind of day our little men have, they get to go home at the end of it, ha! We used to have a calico cat when I was a little girl named Knucklehead and she would always bring her 'catch' to the back door and meow and whine until someone came out to acknowledge her and tell her what a good girl she was. Cats are funny animals, aren't they? Would you mind if I added you to my Friends on the Internet list? Hope this finds you having a good day, Judy...give Baby Boy lots of smooches...and my Little Man is one who'd rather cuddle on Grandma than sleep in his crib, too. Oh, my aching back, lol! :-D
Oh that cat...well, he is making sure you are not bored, isn't he? We wonder sometimes what on earth goes through an animal's head?
oh my goodness, Judy, such excitement! I am tired and anxious just reading about it. I think if I were you, I'd crawl in bed & pull the covers over my head!!
Seriously I'm glad nothing worse happened, and I too am glad Barb didn't get the bird. That would have been a real shame.
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