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What We’re Currently up To: Week 29

This past week, we’ve been…

Clearing out books that we don’t read anymore. Before John left for NTC, I tried to make it through the wall of books that I mentioned briefly last week…and the week before that, I guess; but we still have three boxes left to go through. I texted him pictures of all of the books, but he said there were too many to go through over the phone. *sigh* I just want those books gone!

The boys have been digging through the block toy box and attempting to submerge themselves in the blocks. I don’t get it. A sensory thing? I step on one block, and I want to shoot myself. How is getting into an entire TOY BOX filled with them a good thing? Oh, but they love it. They cram themselves in there and throw blocks at nothing. Or, maybe they’re having a throwing contest and I’m just not aware. Anyone’s guess, really. Good times.

I wish I could say that I’ve been digging in the garden, but production on my raised beds has halted with John not being able to watch the boys, and with it being cold. It snowed on Monday, for crying out loud. I’m hoping to get more done once The Munchkin’s ABA therapy starts next week. Conveniently, it takes place during The Bean’s nap time.

Mixing things up now that I don’t have to make full out meals for dinner. With John gone, I get to make whatever I want for dinner, and it’s great. Waffles? Sure! Pizza? Delish! I’m trying not to become a fatty while he’s away though, so I am cooking some more-or-less real meals too. This week, I pureed a zucchini and a yellow squash, and added it to our spaghetti sauce. To me, it tasted the same as when I saute the chopped veggies and add them to the dish, but this way, The Munchkin actually ate it! He never eats pasta with veggie chunks in it! (Chopped tomatoes don’t count. He’ll eat those in sauce. Also, tomatoes are a fruit, so…) The Bean, of course, devoured it. That shouldn’t surprise anyone though. This week, however, I was able to add a second food to The Bean’s “No, Not Gonna Eat That” list: Tuna melts. The boy was NOT interested. In case you’re curious item #1 on the list is pickles.

Oh, and if you’re wondering, The Munchkin is a fan of tuna melts, as long as he can dip it in ketchup.

Reading our Yo Gabba Gabba comic board-books that John found in his car before he left. They have been in there since we moved here. No wonder I couldn’t find them in the house! Also on the bedtime story list: The Bernstein Bears book where they go to the moon, “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie”, “Brown Bear, Brown Bear”, and some of “The Lorax”. The Munchkin usually gets bored before we make it very far in that book though.

During the day, The Bean will usually bring me either “The Lorax” or the “Heroes of the City” book I got in exchange for hosting that review and giveaway. He actually makes it pretty far through the books, if he’s tired and comfy enough. This week, he has started bringing me these little board books that my sister sent us that have pictures of various things, and then what they are in English and Spanish. Well, I might have lived in Miami for a couple of years, but I don’t know a lick of Spanish, so I only read the English words. The Bean loves pointing at a picture and looking up at me until I tell him what the word for that thing is. He does the same thing with the alphabet book I made the boys when The Bean was first born. I love his growing thirst for knowledge.

I am reading nothing. Not. A. Thing. People’s Currently entries, maybe. If I find myself with time to read, I craft or scrapbook instead. Priorities, yo.

Watching Despicable Me every day, or at least it feels that way. My son watches Despicable Me the way your daughter watches Frozen, I swear. Just without the singing. He loves the minions. Actually, that’s how he asks for the movie – he asks if he can watch minions. Either “with cookie robots” for Despicable Me, or “monster minion!” for Despicable Me 2. The Bean is just a fan of whenever the TV is on, but a couple of times, I’ve said “No minions – it’s time for The Bean to pick something.” and I always have The Bean “pick” Super Why, which seems to be his favorite. I tried to watch the blood moon, but I don’t think I looked at the right time.

That was our week, how was yours?

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My Cat Is a Bitch, and My Dog Is a Baby

I’m really annoyed with my pets right now. Heads up, this post is about pet poop. Yup.

Our pets need a serious attitude adjustment. When they’re mad or upset about something, they poop in the house. I am not a fan. Mostly, because it seems completely out of the blue. Until I wrack my brain and figure out the reason, that is. It’s like I have two more kids, I swear.

Twilight, the cat, didn’t like that John switched her food to a cheaper kind of wet cat food. Twilight is a Boca cat through and through, and will only happily eat Fancy Feast, apparently. She’ll still eat the cheap stuff, don’t get me wrong, but then she poops under my bed or on the kids’ play rugs. Bitch. Once she ran out of the cheap food, I bought more fancy feast to see if that was the problem. (After trying new litter, and giving her more attention.) Sure enough, the out-of-the-litter box poops pretty much stopped. I’m considering moving the litter box up to the main floor to see if that helps. I am also giving her a second can of food if I don’t find poop anywhere outside of the litter box, but I have no idea if she’s smart enough to catch that.

Kipp, the dog, is a wuss. She is afraid of thunder. She is afraid of the wind. When it’s windy, she doesn’t want to poop outside. Oddly enough, this is a new thing. We’ve lived here since January, and it’s only recently been a problem. Now, Kipp has always been really good about whining and getting in your face if she has to go potty, so it was a surprise to come downstairs one morning and find poop and a wet spot on the carpet in the area near the door. At first, we thought it was Twilight, except that there was no way that poop came out of the cat. Kipp was ashamed. We thought it was a one time accident, scolded her, and I cleaned it up. I tried to let her out more often, but the accidents still happened. They started when I changed the location of her ghetto fenced in yard. I originally moved it because once all the snow melted, we realized that the fenced in area was over mud; and she was tracking a lot in. John thought that change in location might be the cause, since the grassy area was really small in the new set up. So, we moved the fence again, and it seemed to do the trick…until it didn’t. She pretty much hasn’t had any pee accidents lately, but she’ll still have some poop ones. I’ve figured out that it is 100% her fear of the wind, and when I let her out now, (All the time) I have to go onto the deck and stand there to make sure she poops and/or pees. I think before she was just faking me out by hanging out on the stairs or something. Ridiculous!

For crying out loud, I’ve already potty trained this toddler! I don’t want to do it again, and I’m really hoping that my senior citizen of a cat isn’t at the old lady diaper stage. Do cats get that stage? I feel like I doomed. Too much of my life revolves around poop.