Last night I was sitting down to update 'the blog' and Mike yells, "Mel, I just saw something." He said he thought he saw a mouse run behind the tv...well, hours later after stacking everything up on top of tables, tipping over the couch, Mike standing by with a box thinking he will catch it when it comes running out (I quickly pointed out it doesn't usually work out for Tom, and I doubted it would for us.), a run down to Wal-Mart for traps, and Mike building "barricades" of boxes to the hallway (we couldn't sleep unprotected!) we finally got to bed way after 1 am. I am making fun of my cute overly sensitive about critters in his house hubby, but I really am gratefull for his grave concern for finding the mouse. It was just really funny to see him in action.
After we told the kids we have a mouse in the house and we set some traps to catch it so leave them alone they went on a mouse hunt for about an hour, it was great! We got to lay in bed a little longer and they were fully engaged in the hunt.
Later, Tate came in and said "Can' fin' my foo'ball." We told him it was in his bed. He said "No! Can' fin' it, Mouse ate it." I laughed so hard, the mouse ate it! I wonder how many more times I am going to hear that!
Now, after all of that excitement, I can't even remember what I was going to post last night!
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