If you live in an older home like we do, you enjoy the nice thick plaster walls that keep your home cooler in summer and warmer in winter, the charm of built-in cabinets, the character of a unique floor plan, and the perk of rodent visitors when the weather turns colder. We are prepared for rodentia this season with our most tempting food in plastic bins and an assortment of traps, but of course they always find something to nibble. Last week, they got into The Nugget's party favor box and gnawed up a couple mini chocolate bars he had been saving. He wailed in dismay, "Couldn't they see it had my name on it?" When I reminded him that mice probably can't read, he brightened and added hopefully, "Or maybe the mouse's name is Nugget too!"
We had a family wedding this month, and the Nugget kept checking to make sure that he was not in the wedding party. He was the most adorable ring bearer at my brother's wedding last year, a role that be elated and terrified him. I reassured him multiple times that we were just going to the reception. He squealed, "Do you mean that wonderful dance party?! Oooo, I can't wait!" He wanted to wear his tap shoes on the dance floor, but Grammy dissuaded him. Still, the DJ played his tap routine song, "Rockin' Robin," and he performed the whole thing sans taps with a shy smile on his face. Here's the Nugget hamming it up with Cousin Cabbage. Oh, and did I mention the time that the Nugget got himself locked in handcuffs (photo booth props) that were missing the key?! Thank goodness that Uncle T's skills with a butter knife liberated the child for more dancing.
Earlier this month, Cabbage, Bean, and family came to visit us for the first time in our current locale! We had a blast and were so happy to share the delights of Fall Fest with them. K remarked how much fun they had but how absolutely exhausted she was. Clearly, she's younger and in better shape than I am, because I feel that way all the time!
Tater surprised me when I took her for her flu shot. She abhors the sight of anyone in scrubs and has harbored a deep mistrust of medial offices since her infancy. Shots have always ended in frantic screaming, sometimes lasting all the way home. I hopefully sang her the Doc McStuffins theme song and tucked lollipops in my purse, promising up front that she could have one after her shot. When she saw the needle, she screwed up her face to cry but remembered the lollipop and confirmed with me, "Ouch then lollipop?" and steeled herself. Not a tear, not a whimper, and even better than the sugar was the bandaid! Tater even said thank you to the nurse, who couldn't even believe it.
Tater has two big brothers who like to take on her, which is a good thing because a busy mama needs an alert that a box of baking soda has been dumped on the kitchen floor and is about to be topped with a bottle of honey in the 10 minutes it took to rock Spork and read Goodnight, Moon. I digress. Anyhoo, she now parrots back their exclamations while playing and it is kind of funny. "Hippo! That is NOT assepti-bowl. It is not! You put that down. I'm telling."