That said, the mice issue is completely driving me insane! I haven't blogged about it in a while, since we've been so busy having family in, getting the babies to A YEAR, etc. Here's a quick update:
1. we have not caught a SINGLE mouse in ANY trap that Terminex has left. Not one!
2. we still see a ton of "evidence". everywhere.
3. (and most horribly). The night before the babies' birthday party, we had taken them for their first swim at Grampa and Popi's hotel pool. Yes, it was as cute as you might imagine. When we put the babies down that night, they were exhausted (LOTS of swimming, occasional drinking of pool water, out past their bedtimes, etc.), so it was a tough bedtime. As Ben and I were getting ready for bed, he saw a mouse run past him in the hallway INTO VIOLET'S ROOM. Horrible, horrid, disgusting, sickening. We stood there for a good ten minutes weighing our options. Do we go in and most likely awaken our sleepy girl, only to either not find the mouse, or find it and...do what? Chase it out? Stomp on it? Scream like little girls? We debated the likelihood of a mouse being able to climb up a leg of the crib. In the end, we made the decision to let Violet sleep, and cracked her door, hoping the mouse would come out on it's own. THIS was the last straw though.
After many, many phone calls to Terminex (have I mentioned their services are guaranteed?), they finally came out yesterday. I told him where we've seen the droppings (um, everywhere?), about the incident with Violet's room, etc. He decided that they must be coming in from our neighbors, who have dogs (therefore, dog food, which mice like), where they eat, then seek refuge and "playtime" (his words, not mine) in our house. Lovely. He blocked up holes he found in the basement stairs, in our pocket doors (unusable now- we will need to be buying baby gates galore!) and in the upstairs bathroom. He found a big hole in Ben and I's bedroom, which is most comforting, and proceeded to tell me a tale of how they come in through that hole, "play" in our dirty laundry, where they urinate and poop (yes, he said "poop"), and look for nest materials. It's a good feeling to know you have invisible mouse pee on your clothes. So, at this point, we wait. If anyone has any other advice for us, we would be so grateful.
On a happy, blessed, much more important topic, I wanted to blog about Ollie and Violet's new game (THIS is playtime, people. Babies, not mice.). We've started pulling the trundle bed out from under our L-shaped couch, for them to have a gym-like setting to play on. They LOVE it- they can crawl up to look out the window, or at themselves in the mirror, or even just flop around on all of the pillows without falling. A few days ago, they started to do this sort of (prepare yourself, Uncle Adam) wrestling game! They each get on one end of the L, and then crawl toward each other, semi-fast. When the meet in the middle, the get up on their knees, and "wrestle"- grabbing arms, butting heads, trying to bite each other (playfully, luckily!). They laugh and talk through it all, and then one will head off to the opposite end of the couch, and the other will follow suit. It is hilarious and adorable! I will try to get a video this week.
daddy carrying Violet on his shoulders at the street fair
mommy talking with the babies during lunch
grammy feeding Violet at the fair
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