We have a mouse.
Yep. a little critter that feels entitled to take up space in our house, eating weird things like newspaper and chunking away at the potatoes on the bottom shelf in our pantry. We live right next to a corn field now, so I suppose the nasty rodents are likely to find their way to the house... but inside? In the garage is one thing... but oh my gosh. I'm not good with mice. Especially since we really have no furniture in our living room yet (it's still at our old house)... and sitting on the floor is a regular (if not uncomfortable) occurrence.
This morning, we woke up and found a package of tightly wrapped Saltines had been accosted on the kitchen table. Further inspection showed mouse droppings and a wide array of other indicators that the mouse had its run of the place last night. Adam was so mad. It's like war. Adam v. mouse. Armed with Kmart's BEST mouse traps and chunks of peanut butter, I think Adam has the upper hand here, though I've known an intelligent mouse or two in my time.
As I sit here, in the middle of the kitchen with a makeshift computer spot on the kitchen table, I'm watching Spider-Man get a check-up by a very competent veternarian. Yes, the Halloween Costumes are on and the kids are in heaven. I love it. Love that it brings out their imaginations. And the muscles on Ethan's Spidey suit are totally cracking me up.
Tomorrow, we'll head over to the church for our annual Halloween alternative. We're doing something totally different this year - hosting a big movie night (Meet the Robinson's), along with tons of giveaways and popcorn and carmel corn and bags of candy for every kid. Plus we're doing hay rides and hot chocolate which will be perfect as long as the weather holds up. (It's been gorgeous!) It'll be simple, but exactly what we need right now... things are just so crazy.
I haven't had any more contractions, so I'm thinking the little bugger was just pulling my leg. I've stopped looking at the scale at the doctor's office, but I can feel the swelling and the pounds as the pile on, suctioning themselves to my body. I'm anxious to get the baby out, and excited to meet him. I'm at that... 'okay, I'm over this, let's get on with it' point. I just don't want to be pregnant anymore. BUT... I'm glad he's baking as long as he needs to... and let's face it, he IS easier to transport right now... and the poor kid doesn't even have a name yet, so we have lots to do before he gets here. Including assembling the crib, finishing our move, selling our house... oh, it's fun!
So, that's all that's going on on this front.