Random Blither Blather.....

Please understand that I worked last night, am going on little sleep and that this post may make no sense whatsoever.

I learned from Taylor, about a week ago, a very important lesson. And is it any wonder that our kids get so confused!?! She picked up an old MP3 player that didn't really work so much any more and asked me if it were my iPod. I told her, no, that it wasn't an official iPod, just an MP3 player. She asked me how it worked. I explained that you plug in your earphone or ear buds and listen to music or books or whatever you put on it. She looked at me with a very complex look on her face and after a moment, asked why you didn't put the ear buds on your eyes. I again stated that it was listening to and that that you use your ears for that. So then she asked me why they called it an iPod. It took me a moment before I realized she meant EYE Pod. My "AuHah" moment came and left with a laugh in my heart. We really should write to Apple and ask them to do a better job with naming their products. I'm still not sure she 'gets' it yet, but I think its coming.

As the snow has melted, I have noticed a lot of activity in our back field of the mice that have been hanging out back there. Having two cats and knowing that they can catch mice, I've not been too worried about it. But the other morning, just after the kids got on the school bus...I noticed some neighborhood dogs out roaming our back field. The big chocolate lab, Chief, was pawing at the ground. It took me just a moment to realize that he was 'playing' with a mouse. Swatting it back and forth, stopping it...then letting it go, it was interesting to watch. But then Chief's pal, a small terrier that lives at the same house as Chief (I don't know the terrier's name) came along to see what Chief was doing. When the terrier saw this, he quickly stopped the mouse, put it in his mouth, and swallowed him whole. Jeff and I just looked at each other with a sense of "Did you just see what I think I saw!?!" I've NEVER seen a dog eat a mouse, and would never imagine a terrier doing so. Chief was so perplexed, his toy was gone and he had nothing to play with. He seemed quite bummed.

On March 17th, the 3rd anniversary of Dylan's second brain surgery came and left. Why is it that we remember certain dates long after they seem to have any significance in our lives!?! Before 2006, March 17th was St. Patrick's Day. After 2006, it became the remembrance of nerve-wracking time in life. Three weeks (exactly) after that surgery, Jared was born.

Jeff is still job hunting and looking and searching and we haven't had any phone calls or e-mails of inquiry yet.

Jared pretends to be interested in potty-training. I think he really is just leading us on, having us get our hopes up, just to have them devastated. (Its been 7 years since we've not had diapers.)

If your still reading...you are a trooper!!! Til next time.......