POOtastic Easter

Well Cory and I woke up this morning to find Moose awake and naked in his crib this morning. That's right. At some point in the morning, he had woken up, and shimmied out of his diaper, and pajama bottoms. The usual morning poo? Yes, it was everywhere. It was lovely. We thoroughly enjoyed cleaning it up.
After that, we had our usual holiday breakfast, which is cinnamon rolls out of a can. Love 'em. The Easter Bunny brought Moose a very cool toy that Mommy and Daddy had a good time playing with too. It's a Doodle Pro. Very cool.


Later, we went over to M&Ds for lunch. I brought a delicious cake in my new cake holder that my MIL got me for Xmas. And I also brought a new Swiss Parmesan Potato Casserole. Both went over very well, and we barely had any leftovers.


While Moose got more traditional things in his Easter basket, Cory and I got grown up things. Cory got some booze, and I got a Spa Day. Nice. Yes we still get Easter baskets at my Mom's house. Shut up.
Here is Moose and Uncle Mark playing. I know it's turned, sorry, I am stupid and I can't remember to turn it before I put it up.
We just got home and we are going to be doing laundry and relaxing for the rest of the day.
Oh-and maybe watching some really great movies on the Sci Fi Channel.

Surprise! A BMW X3 Of My Very Own!

Cory is basically the best husband ever!

Thanks so much Cory, I love it!

Pictures! Finally!

Wow, so I know most of you have been missing the pictures. So here you go:

Moose had his first official play-date with Carter on Saturday morning. Charing brought the Mimosas, and I made the breakfast casserole, and we gabbed and gossiped, and talked and had a great time! Oh-and the kids played.
Here is my new rug, and throw pillows!! It took me this long to find throw pillows that I liked. Kohls. Seriously that place is my new Mecca.
I organized my storage tubs which translates into I threw away a bunch of crap. I did manage to find my old pager though, so I can rejoin society with this now.
Here is the guest bedroom that is going to be Moose's new room, I took down the border in here too on Sunday, as well as the border downstairs in the family room.
Sorry, I am not messing with turning this, just please turn your head to the left. Sorry again.
Here is the truck that Cory had to go out of town to pick up on Thursday and leave me to be attacked by Bat. He loves it so much.
Here is the house in all of it's Spring glory. Cory went to Lowe's and spent a huge amount on lawn care items we needed. He mowed, fertilized, and seeded, so we are hoping to catch up with the Jone's fabulous yard across the street very soon;)
Here is my Forsythia Bush. Who knew I had a Forsythia? Hm. Not me.

Going Batty II: Bat's Evil Brother

I took it upon myself to take down the border that is in the family room downstairs. We don’t use the family room yet. There is not carpet down there yet, and we have big plans for it. Unfortunately, it is low on the list of priorities.
I did get the bright idea that I could quickly transform the room by just painting the paneling. We have left over paint from the townhouse, and it would transform the room, if not just for a little while, before we get to putting up drywall and such.
So-I was downstairs readying the walls for paint, by taking down the wall border that had been put up. Luckily, the border was hanging on by a wing and a prayer, because it came down super easily. It came down in about five minutes. There was a bit of dirt and grime underneath it, so I was going back over it with a sponge and some water.
I pulled back a piece of furniture from the wall, and there was a black lump curled against the wall.
Being an old pro at handling Bat Attacks, I handled this a well as I handled the last Bat Attack.
I screamed and ran.
Luckily, this time, Cory was home to take care of it. He was in his garage working on lawn stuff.
So I screamed and ran in his direction. During all of this the bat did not move, I thought it might be dead but, you know, better be safe than sorry.
So I ran upstairs to my safe lair, while Cory went to check out the bat in the family room.
He said that he picked it up, and it hissed at him. He also said that it seemed very weak, almost dead.
Personally, if I had picked anything up, and it hissed, I probably would have thrown it down and ran, but being a man and all, Cory handled it well by taking it outside and taking care of it.
We did call the Bat Guy this time, being a reasonable hour and all. And he confirmed what Cory said. Apparently on Thursday, I was tackling two bats, not just one. Since the attic was sealed up after the Thursday attack, that is the only explanation for them.
I am not so sure.
The bat Guy said that if we had another bat, then to call him.
Hopefully this won’t turn into a trilogy.