Last night, Violet had a little trouble getting to sleep. Sometimes if she's too tired, our girl needs a little rocking before bed- not often, but we can always tell right away when she'll need it. So, last night, I brought her downstairs with me to rock in the glider for a few minutes. I had turned off all of the lights, had my beloved American Idol on mute, and she fell asleep immediately. Suddenly, the glow of Ryan Seacrest's face illuminated a disagusting, black rodent running across the living room, maybe a foot from where we were rocking. ACROSS THE BABIES' KICK TOYS!!!!
Have you ever tried to whisper-scream? It's very hard. I leapt from the rocker, and whisper-screamed for Ben up the stairs. My sweet bug stayed asleep through it all!
Anyhow- Violet went up to bed. Ben and I saw ANOTHER mouse in the living room, and the original mouse hid under the piano in the dining room. We just stood there, me on the piano bench, Ben with the broom in his hand (?), just standing guard; WAY past our bedtime. Finally, we decided to grab some of the glue traps from the basement and position them around the piano, with some peanut butter on them. Absolutely disgusting.
Here's where brain evidence #2 comes in. This am, we all get up at 6am and troop downstairs, truly hoping to find dead mice in the traps. Not only were there no mice, BOTH traps had been PUSHED ACROSS THE FLOOR with the peanut butter EATEN!!!!
This is officially war.
Today I will be scrubbing my floors and every baby item with bleach.
And calling the exterminator.
On a happier note, none of the above really matters once you watch this video. Our sweet boy has learned a new skill. Just call him "Eskimo Ollie". And a photo of the cool girl, just hangin'.
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