Cute Kitties

W is for Worms

It was my week for preschool and I had the letter W and worms. I did a worm filled lesson; we sang a worm song, made bead worms, learned what worms do for our gardens, and painted with real worms! The kids loved it.
When I was planning this, I didn't have any idea that I would have a problem with the worms. I went fishing as a kid, and have a garden. When I got the worms, however, I discovered I have an aversion to worms! Jason brought in the cup of worms, and I took the lid off. There was a huge fat one wriggleing around on top, and I had to quickly close the lid.
Uh oh, how am I going to do this lesson if I can't handle even seeing the worms, let alone touch them?
In comes Jason, who said he would come home to help.
On the day of the lesson, I sat down with the worms, and Jason wasn't home yet. I thought I could let the kids look at the worms, but when I opened the cup, there was about 5 or 6 of them squirming around all tangled up on top, and nope, couldn't do it! How funny!Jason came and helped, and all was well. Interestingly enough, when the worms were out of the cup, I was ok with them. Who knew?

Claire shared my distaste. She didn't want to touch them. She held one for one brief moment; it was too quick to catch on camera!


Carter had no problem holding them, though he got a funny look on his face when he did!

Riley was the one who said she didn't like worms, but was brave enough to hold one.

Ava was fearless. She was the first to take one, really enjoyed holding them.

I put paint on the paper, and we let the worms crawl around in the paint. It made some neat designs.


And then of course, we had to have worms and dirt for snack.

This is the girls in the preschool. So cute!

It won't be long now!

Corrine is sitting up and rolling over and pushing up; it won't be long until she is mobile! I just hope all of our tile isn't too hard on her little knees. At least it is winter, she will be wearing long pants. Maybe she will be walking by summer and I won't have to worry about that. As I look around my house, I realize I have a lot of work to do to make it baby safe. Ava was almost 2 when we moved here, so we have never had a baby in this house, and I decorated accordingly.

She still can't sit up for long, but she can do it!

Look out world; here I come!

I have learned....

to do an intervention with a sick cat. We have soft, white, fluffy carpet in our bedroom, and I have trained myself to wake at the first sound of near cat puking. If you don't have a cat, it is a very distinctive sound. I just sat here wondering how I could type it, and it simply isn't possible. So at the very first sound of sick cat (if its in our bedroom; if its not, I leave it until morning!), I fly out of bed and launch the cat into the hallway, tile is much easier to clean than white carpet. This has worked; we have lived her for almost 3 years and have no ugly spots on our carpet. This happened last night, when conviently Payden was also up not feeling well (her acid reflux) and the baby wasn't sleeping well. I was literally up from 2am to 4:30 am straight, with a few times before and after that. It seems it wasn't in the stars for me to sleep well last night, and the puking gods wanted to make sure I cleaned up puke from someone, human or feline.

Oh, Cats...

Many of you know that we have two cats. We love these kitties; they are a part of our family. And just like any other member of the family, they have their own personalities and quirks. Nutmeg, our younger cat, has an affinity for yarn. I know, most cats do, but I don't know if many of them carry it as far as Nutmeg does. I mean, literally, carry it. Far.

This is Nutmeg. Notice the white yarn next to her. I tried to catch her with it in her mouth, but I wasn't quick enough. She will carry around balls and skeins of yarn, meowing a funny "I've got one" meow. We all know when she's "got one". The problem isn't that she carries them around, its that somehow, she ends up unraveling it throughout the house.



It went around the couch,

Down the upstairs hall,



down the stairs,

down the downstairs hall,

the LONG downstairs hall,

into the spare room,

and you can see that it origionated from the closet in the spare room.

She does this alot. I mean, I hate yarn, she does it that much. I try to tell the girls to put the yarn away and CLOSE the closet door, but they consitently forget to do so, and the yarn calls Nutmegs name. She strings it all over the house. She did it in our old house too. Once, when it was one the market, we left for a showing. The house was spotless, all ready to show. When we came back, there was yarn all OVER the house. It was crisscrossed in so many places and in so many rooms, it looked like we were characters in a Bond movie and had a priceless painting to protect with laser lights. I was mortified. Did it look like that when the people came to look? What must they have thought? That we were some crazy jokesters that didn't really want to sell our house? That it was some misguided attempt to partition some areas off so they couldn't go there? I had a visual of those poor people lifting legs and ducking heads to meander through our yarn carnival. Oh well. They probably had a good laugh.

Our cats have a history with string of any kind, come to think of it. When my old cat, Blackie, was alive, he liked to eat curling ribbon. Ok, no big deal, except he always puked it up, so I was cleaning up piles of puke that looked like they had been wrapped up nice for me. On the off chance that he didn't puke them up, you guessed it, it came out the other side. Fortuneatly, he was a good cat and I didn't see that side of it much. Except for one very memorable time. I remember watching Blackie walk past me, with something interesting trailing behind him. He had passed the string, and it was attached to a piece of poo. The piece of poo was at the end, and the other end of the ribbon was still where the sun don't shine, people. There was about three feet of ribbon in between. I grabbed a paper towel, grabbed hold of the poo, and held still while he walked away. Another two feet came out, and he was very embarrased about it. You should have seen his face!

Nutmeg will eat string as well, although she seems to prefer the minty taste of dental floss. Payden had been playing with hers, and unwound the whole spool. She threw it in the garbage in the bathroom, and there Nutmeg found it. Michaela and I were upstairs, when Nutmeg came running up the stairs, with Poof chasing her. The reason Poof was chasing her was because Nutmeg was trailing about 9 feet of dental floss. It was coming out of her mouth! She had started chewing it down without realizing how long it was. Since they don't have thumbs, there wasn't anything she could do but keep going. To relieve her of her misery, I started pulling it out of her mouth. Keep in mind, the length I pulled out of her was in her stomach. GROSS! It just kept coming and coming. I never knew there was that much floss in one container. I pulled out another 10 feet of slimy floss before Nutmeg was completely purged. Michaela was laughing so hard she was on the floor. I am sure that is something we will never forget.

Cats are sweet and loveable and very good entertainment.

First Haircut!

This weekend we took all the girls to get their hair cut, and Ava was included this time. I have been putting off getting her hair cut because she still has her sweet baby curls, and I didn't want to cut them off. It was time, however, so on the spur of the moment I said we should cut her hair too. Ava was all for it, and since I hadn't had days to think about it, it was easier to do. Really, she only cut off about 1/2 inch or so, but I was still worried about those baby curls. She still has them, yeah! But now her hair is actually even on the bottom, which is nice.

Ava sat completely still the whole time. She is a total girl, and loves any sort of thing to do with pampering or making oneself beautiful.

All done! It took only about 10 minutes, but she was so proud of her new hair cut. She kept telling everybody "I got my hair cut!"

I loved seeing her under the dryer. So cute!



Here is Ava, under the dryer with all the old ladies!

Our long night...

Last night we were watching a movie and Ava said her tummy hurt. This isn't uncommom with Ava, so my pukaphobia wasn't activated yet.(too much) We put her to bed and everything was ok.
I have to warn those of you with a weak tummy, you may not want to read the rest of this post. For whatever reason, although the idea of puking causes me anxiety, I do not have a weak stomach!
At about 10:00pm, I went to bed. At 10:45, I woke up to Ava whining. I lay there thinking, if I get up quick, maybe I can catch it in the bowl we sent her to bed with and save myself cleaning sheets. I got up, ran to her room, and....

Too late.

I was hit in the face with THE SMELL. Seriously, it was so thick you could have cut it. Poor Ava had puked in her sleep, and was laying there kind of out of it. I am not even sure she knew she had done it. YUCK. I decided I needed help, so I called for Jason. Lately he is insanely hard to wake up. He had falled asleep downstairs, so I started yelling for him. He didn't wake up, but convienently the baby did. I yelled some more, louder now since Corrine was already up. I had him start a bath and asked him to open the window. Of course it was stuck. We live in a new house, isn't that only supposed to happen in older homes? Anyway, the window would NOT open, so we had to work with the thick smell. Jason does just about as well with puke as he does with blood, so I had him go wash the puke bowl. Although Ava did completley miss the INSIDE of the puke bowl, there was puke all over the oustide of it. Oh, well, bonus for trying sweetie. I got Ava in the tub, and went to decide how to clean the sheets. I couldn't leave it any longer; without the ability to open the window I had to do something about the smell. After holding my breath and looking at the situation, I came to the conclusion that I would have to handle this too. The puke had congealed into a thick, slimy puddle and I knew Jason couldn't handle it. (he took one look at the puke in Ava's hair and gagged). I also knew that if I tried to remove the sheets with the puke on it, I would have a bigger mess on my hands.

Into the kitchen I went, where Jason had finished cleaning the puke bowl and was doing anything in the kitchen to appear busy until the puke had been cleaned up, and grabbed a couple of Walmart sacks and a spoon. Yep, you read that right, a spoon. What proceeded was quite possibly the most disgusting thing I have ever done.

I spooned the puke ( now having the consistency of some kind of dip), into the bags, holding my breath (dang window) and breathing when I had to into my shirt. After that was done, the whole mess went into the washer.

Did I mention that this whole time, Corrine was screaming? I had hoped she would go to bed, but she didn't . I didn't want to go in there and touch her until my hands were sanitized, so sorry Corrine!

I bathed Ava, she really needed it, put on clean sheets, and finally got her back to bed and fed Corrine. I was up with Ava puking about 4 or 5 more times through the night, once making another trip in to feed Corrine.

What is so sad about this is my pukaphobia. After the first puking and clean up, I went back to bed, now unable to sleep because my phobia was in complete control. I lay there, worrying about getting sick myself, listening for any sound of the girls getting up downstairs worried they were going to get sick, and praying that the baby didn't get it. I had all these scenerios going in my head. I don't know what my problem is. When it is actually happening, I do fine. Not anxious at all, calm and collected. This is completely anticipatory anxiety. I have tried to figure this out on my own, and can't. Maybe I need to talk to another professional; perhaps they can figure out where my distorted thinking or obsessional thoughts lie. Maybe they can help me reframe my thinking. I mean I really feel ANXIETY about the possibility of puke. I know we all have our quirks, but this bothers me.

On a last note, Ava stopped puking by 4:30 am and is now feeling better!