Saturday, June 02, 2007

Hannah to the nth

We had a pack of cards out that Hannah was playing with, and she says the King of Hearts is the one giving himself brain surgery with his sword to avoid paying the 2 pounds for regular surgery.

Hannah has developed into quite the Chatty Cathy. She's always been bad about interrupting--for the the last 10 years, John and I have only been able to have a normal conversation while she is asleep or gone at school or a friend's house--but recently she has started talking *non-stop*. I told John that now I know what it must have felt like to be my mother when I was a child, and that I was surprised she didn't go *mad*.

We bought UNO when we were doing Hannah's birthday shopping, and Hannah cracks us up when she says, "Thank God!" every. single. time she gets a +2 card. No one else can be that appreciative of extra cards in a game where the winner is the person who gets rid of all of her cards first.

Today at the shopping center where we went to do our grocery shopping, we took an ice cream break. While we were waiting for Hannah to finish snarfing down her bee-shaped ice cream, I pulled out my shopping list to finish it up. "What in God's name is that?!" she demanded. "A grocery list. And stop saying that." *Everything* is "What in God's name...?" I don't particularly care about the blasphemy, but the repetition is starting to get on my nerves.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Star Wars Redux

I swear, even when I click on a link totally unsuspecting, or go looking for something totally unrelated (*cough*online IQ test *cough*, thanks WTG), I will come across Star Wars stuff. I'm doomed, I tell you, doooooomed!

And I'm apparently R2D2.
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You're R2-D2
You're spunky, resourceful, and just a little deviant. It should come as no surprise that your Star Wars type is Artoo-Deetoo. Just like the diminutive droid who bailed out Luke and the gang more than a few times, you have tons of tools and tricks at your disposal. When in a bind, you are usually the first one who thinks of the solution (even if your zeal for adventure got you into trouble in the first place).You are a loyal friend who people can confide in. They know that you'll guard their secrets as if they were the plans to the Death Star itself. What some might call stubborn, you call driven. No amount of obstacles will get between you and your goal.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Knee-Deep in Rodents

Hannah's BFF got a rabbit at the same time as she got Hannah's birthday mice. Over the weekend, we were supposed to attend a christening for the rabbit on Saturday, then the BFF would come to our house to officiate at the christening for the mice on Sunday. Well, Hannah spent the night with the BFF on Friday, and by 10 am on Saturday, they were sick to death of each other. We kind of figured the christening party was off, but the mom of the BFF called to see if we were still coming. Hannah came around to the idea, after we had eaten, of course, but we went to the BFF'S and had dinner anyway.

We had a nice time hanging out, although they insist on pouring drinks, even though I don't drink. John helpfully suggested that I like mixed drinks (like twice when I was in college, hello!), so they brought out some sweet schnapps. The glasses were totally cool. I wish I could find a picture to show you. They were egg-shaped, round-bottomed, and sat at a tilt, but they weren't that easy to tip over. I'll keep looking for a picture.

This crazy (but lovely) family finally got shot of us around 10 pm, then planned to pack and drive to Italy. *That night.* Due to a last-minute misplacing of some extra keys, I ended up being in charge of watering plants as well as feeding bunnies while they are gone, but that is no big deal. They do favors for us all the time.

But since they took off for Italy, taking the planned officiant with them, our poor mice have not had their official christening. I think Hannah may have done something with the drinking water, but she didn't make a big production of it like the BFF, who made a flower-bedecked altar and "holy water" laced with oil in the back yard. I didn't think flicking the oil-laden water on the bunny during the ceremony was a good idea, in case it got in her eyes, but no one asked me.

I like the mice more than I thought I would. They are very cute! Hannah loves them, except at night. I kind of thought they might be active at night, but the BFF insisted NO when she brought them over. Ha ha, wrong kid. We've started running the fan in Hannah's room at night for white noise. It is a good thing she is so warm natured.

Mouse 1 and Mouse 2--or Dickerchen and Pipsqueak--or Vanessa and Isabelle
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[Edited to add: I went through that "new baby at home" stage with the mice. I was checking on them every 30 minutes for the first couple of days because I was worried that we had overlooked some important part of their diet or care, and that they would kick the bucket on us. I hate the "new baby at home stage", but now that they seem to have settled in, I'm not compelled to lift all the mouse furniture first thing in the morning to check for tiny corpses.]