random thoughts = blog. the end.

we are two weeks into kindergarten at the little fellas house and lil bits...lil bit started ballet or "bawwe" as she calls it two tuesdays ago and then this tuesday she started going to preschool two days a week.  and i miss her.  i miss her sweet face always with me and her being my shadow...that no matter where i was in the house, unless i was vacuuming...she was right there.  often slipping her little hand in mine as we went throughout our day.  i miss her little voice saying "fun caca!" when we are just doing our norm...unloading the dishwasher or maybe folding clothes.  

sappy sappy nanny.  so i like my job.

lori is getting married september 30th at the beach and this past weekend was her first tea at her parents church in clarksville.  i brought my camera to capture every moment, then i got stuck writing the gift list. stuck writing the gift list is kinda a dream though seeing that if i could not be a nanny or a mom or a photographer or and interior designer or martha stewart, i would want to be a calligrapher.  i love writing and all things associated with making letters and how they are shaped and formed.  

no telling what i was telling her.  apparently i wasn't very believe-able.  and holy moly jessica has long hair.  good grief. i just cut bangs too, it's my ever evolving attempt to be cool.  it's a hard job.

i am weird.  hear me roar.  

i can not tell you the countless hours i have probably spent in my life time just thinking about my childrens names and what they will look like written out.  i have even had to veto a few great names just because when written out they are not pretty.  yes, i know...that's a little extreme and crazy.  look, don't judge me.  it's my blog. 

at least you have my greatest assurance that when brad and i do have children that we will pick a name that looks great when written...

                      merry christmas!

          love, 

brad, jessica and whatever the childs name is.

oh yeah.  i do this too.  write it out and trust me it looks great.  i would tell you the name of the child's name that i have been writing since i was five but then you might steal it because it's awesome and then we would have kids with the same name and that just wouldn't be cool.  so you'll have to wait.  i know you are on pins and needles.

ugh, and after the shower sunday when i got home there was this guy.  and then he was in our back yard again on tuesday morning.  let's remember we had the mouse invasion on monday night.  the whole wildlife is about to do this girl in...  so what's your verdict?  ladies...hand the computer screen to your husband and ask him too.  is it a coyote, because i think it is?  is it a grey fox?  dog?  it's NOT a dog.

he is like living in our back yard, he has a den back there and i don't like it one bit.  what do i need to do about this varmint? because we are not taking actors for the fox and the hound 2 around here...help me.

and then there is this every day when i get to work, except we were headed to the pool to meet her brothers this day and i kept saying, "hey, hey, let me see your swim suit!  let me see your belly!"  and run away she would and say instead, "no caca not.  no pictures."  

 but i will say a week and a half into kindergarten, these big boys in this house are tired.  it's hard being in school all day all of the sudden after a carefree summer.  and we are feeling it.

one day of school and all she wants is a 'clues clues' marathon.  laying there without moving.  tired.

 

like i said, tired.  every last one of us.  here's to thursday 

...

and friday just being around the corner.

gulp.

i regret to inform you that this happened to me last night while in my own home. it is a rather sad story so get your tissues. true story.

deep breaths.  i can do this.

last night while bessie, brad and i were three deep on the couch watching the bachelor pad (don't judge.  if you don't watch it, you want to. it's by far the best drama on television.  oh, it is too.), we were engrossed in another outburst of tears from melissa and the fact that girl can stir her yogurt faster than no other.  and all this time, i had no idea greek yogurt even needed to be stirred. that's neither here nor there and i am off the subject. as engrossed we were in this, suddenly brad goes 'uuugh' and make an odd jerking 'like i might be kinda scared kinda way' and his eyes were on the floor. so i looked to wince he was looking and i saw the rodent run across the floor.

remember this blog post?  mouse in da house.

oh.  my.  lord.  dot.  com.

and i screamed and immediately grabbed the blanket on the back of the couch and threw it over my head and screamed some more while arriving in the fetal position. brad and bessie told me to calm down. i told them...nothing, because i was screaming. bessie told me to calm down again, i told her to shove it. bessie also told me that i might be over reacting (ya think?), i told her nothing and continued to scream.

while my thirty five year old self was in the fetal position with a blanket over my face screaming, brad and bessie took action. brad, quick on his toes got the broom AND the mop, swiftly he handed bessie the mop and he kept the broom and their plan was to shoooooo the mouse out the door. i didn't have any words for i was screaming to tell them, "really, you REALLY think you two are going to shoo the mouse out of the door?" i just thought i would keep my opinions to myself since i was on the couch with a blanket over my head screaming.

they might ask me to grow up.

or even worse - to help.

this was all good and fine and the mouse successfully ran around and got closer to the door as bessie and brad scared the thing to the side of the room they wanted him with their mouse tools...broom and mop.

then....

HE RAN UNDER THE COUCH FROM WINCE I WAS SCREAMING IN THE FETAL POSITION WITH THE BLANKET OVER MY EYES.

and brad said, "ummm, jessica.  he's under the couch!"

and i screamed and you now the rest and almost peed in my pants and screamed some more. and wanted to fly out of the room and get off of the couch because the mouse and i were now cohabiting in the same exact area.  and bessie and brad were poking at it with their brooms and mops. and i was screaming some more.  bessie told me to calm down again.

i didn't calm down again.

i screamed some more.

and then the mouse ran out the door.  for real.  he ran out the door.

and bessie and brad became my heros for real.  like more than michael jordan is my hero.  go bulls.

good lord.

so we unpaused the paused bachelor pad and want back to our positions on the couch and delved back into the drama.  and then...

a mouse ran across the floor in front of the tv....

it was a loooooooong night in the dukes household last night.  

p.s.  and while we are all laughing at my expense, thank you very much.  take a moment and read this:
drewupdate.blogspot.com and then pray for drew, whitney and his parents.  thanks everyone.  and while you are at it, leave them a sweet note on their blog and tell them you are praying. comments on blogs are the best.  thanks for praying.