I told Noah that my New Year's Resolution would be to take a lover, but in order to do so I'd have to lose a little softness around the middle. So this morning he set a bowl of cereal in front of me whose main selling point was "contains crunchy fiber twigs." So much for that.
Our holiday was good, but let me ask you, do you know how many crumbs five adults, one toddler, a dog and two cats can produce in a day? Our house has become Mouse Mecca with the volume of popcorn bits, cookie crumbles, shards of chips, and even a few masticated Twizzler fragments (Ethan, sneeze) laying around. It would take a determined mouse, though, to find any of it under all the pine needles and tissue paper.
Our Christmas traditions have been modified with the arrival of the ankle biter. For instance, our family trip to the movies on Christmas Eve has been postponed until Ethan can refrain from eating off the floor. We did however enjoy some films on Noah's new Blu-Ray player. He even rushed out day after Christmas to buy his very first Blu-Ray movie (Terminator Salvation), which my mom was disappointed to see looked just like a DVD at first glance ("It's not even blue!"). As to the picture quality, it was difficult to determine how much crisper the picture actually was since the movie consisted of large, consuming fires interspersed with a few tight shots of Christian Bale's face. The copyright warnings, though, burned my retinas with their sharp vibrancy.
My parents have decided on a house, so I've been pressuring them to put in the offer. It's not so much that I don't like having them here as it is I'm looking forward to their hostess gift once they leave. I've been giving them ideas since they moved in: New carpeting for all three bedrooms, a shed, a daybed for the soon-to-be-vacated-and-refurbished-guest-room, and a MacBook. I don't want to be greedy; two or three of those would suffice.
I'd better go enjoy some family bonding. I have to redeem myself for being a "freaking nuisance," as Kyle said, for walking through the living room where he sleeps at the ungodly hour of ten after nine this morning.
OK, I'm glad to hear that Blu-Ray isn't noticeably better. Because I'll be damned if I can tell the difference between high def and regular def, and figured the nuances of Blu-Ray would be lost on me, too.
Then again, I haven't been to the eye doctor in about 15 years ...
Hope you are mouse-free soon, doll!
Hubs bought a PS3 2 years ago mainly for the blu-ray (and the ability to upload all his music/make playlists) and you're right - it really depends on the movie as to whether it makes a difference or not. And of course, blu-ray movies won't play in the van, or the playroom player, or anywhere else you don't have blu-ray. Big draw-back for me. :) Hope you dig out of the crumbs soon, and Happy New Year!
We have a crumb eating kid here as well; and I can laugh and shudder at the same time.
Do you mean Blue Ray is more than an aquatic spieces? I need to read more tech....
Wait. There are people who get to sleep past 7:30 in the morning? Seriously?
(Ah. The childless. Such an innocent race.)
Ha! Just this evening, my 6! year old was playing under the kitchen table while I was reading. She reached up between my legs from under the table and said, "Mommy! I found a piece of a cookie down here on the floor! Can I eat it?!" I slowly said, "Sure. . . " Sadly they've been doing a lot of scavenging lately but I think it's their own fault. They don't want to eat my "yucky" food. so they are starving themselves, but they've figured out the kitchen floor is an exciting new place to play.
Being one of the childless race, I find great amusement in watching the floor capers of others' offspring. Nephew Nolan, still in the crawling stage, invented a particularly ingenious way of getting crumbs to his mouth without raising the "red flag" of slowly lifting chubby fists to gaping lips:
He habitually picks up his pacifier by leaning forward (diapered butt the conveniently-cute distraction as it wiggles skyward) and sucking the paci into his mouth, completely bypassing the use of hands. Clever boy that he is, he now places his paci next to interesting objects and leans in, implying that he will pick up the paci, but pulls a bait-n-switch by sucking in the other object at the last moment.
He sampled his first sugar cookie in this fashion. Mummy was less than thrilled.
Oh welcome to my world. I'm on a punishing crash diet after the Christmas holidays.
Here's just a tip from me to you--Eggnog is basically weight gainer. You know those weird shakes football players drink? YUP.
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