"experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted." -randy pausch

Thursday, December 18, 2014

the toothpaste day where i got stuff done {i think}

this one time,
it was really quiet upstairs,
and i knew max and chase were up to no good,
but it was just so quiet and nice,
and i was getting something done that was fabulous.
i can't remember what that fabulous thing was now, but i just remember it was great.
so finally i went upstairs because i heard chase and toothpaste in the same sentence together,
and i found toothpaste everywhere.
like covering three large hooded towels,
one slab of travertine tile,
two wooden bathroom cabinets,
4 little legs,
2 arms,
3 cheeks,
and a partridge and a pear tree.
the next day i found this cup.
and every day i find more around the house.
hard from sitting for a few days without being found.
on the banister,
on the seat at end of my bed,
on the wall by the little stairs,
on the chase lounge next to the christmas tree.
and every time i find the little toothpaste hansel and gretel trail i try to remember what i was doing again that was so fabulous on that quiet day.
man i hope i wasn't just checking instagram.
cause then it wasn't worth it.
right now i'm fantasizing about putting away 2 weeks worth of laundry,
mopping floors {ok, who am i kidding, i KNOW that wasn't it},
unloading the dishwasher,
making beds.
i sure hope it was something fabulous like that.
the end.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

and actually, it was raining

{go #11!}
on the way home from basketball this morning chase was crying.
like we were all covering our ears because nothing was going to calm him down.
and he was crying SOOO SOOOO SOOOO loud.
we still had to run by the pharmacy,
and my nerves were getting their fair share of frazzle.
brennan yelled at chase.
chase yelled that brennan "skEEEmed" at him and then screamed and cried even louder.
and max was yelling something over the top of both of them 
that i couldn't hear from the back bench of the van. 
so basically, things were going awesome. 
i was just wanting to be out of the car and home, and i was really wishing that i would have brought chase's binky in my bag to give to him.
finally there was a break in the screaming at the stop light in front of alta view hospital,
and i heard the brilliant idea of little miss max come 
like a little whisper of genius to my ears in the front: sing to chase.
the rest of the way home the kids and i sang christmas songs to chase.
after the second round of santa claus is coming to town, praise the heavens above, because chase wasn't crying anymore.
i put on my christmas mix over the car stereo, 
and from behind my seat i could hear the little 6 AND A HALF year old singing voice of brennan, singing every word to frosty the snowman, up on the rooftop, and rudolph the red nosed reindeer. 
it was so soft and innocent. so sweet so so so so so sweet.
and all of sudden i realized this was it!
the amazing christmas years.
of little kids, and babies, and believers filling my home.
and then in the background, i heard little max's voice filling in a line of two,
and in my rear view window i could see every one of my kids looking out of the window,
singing about santa claus and reindeer and dreaming of christmas morning and visions of candy canes in their brains.
and they didn't know i was looking at them.
and it was magic. 
i went a little under the speed limit the rest of the way home,
slowed down at the yellow lights so we had to wait at the red.
and soaked in this year of little singing voices to christmas songs.
i will never forget this day,
and the drive home that we all sang to chase to stop crying on the way home from basketball,
that day i didn't bring the binky.
and how magical it was.
even though there wasn't any snow.
{and actually, it was raining.}

he's making a list

there are about 20 more lists 
as long or longer than this 
that he's written this year.
and we've also had about 5 million talks about how you don't ever get everything on your list,
and that santa gets to decide which ones he chooses to bring,
with any changes and modifications he sees fit.
i think it's safe to say he finally gets the christmas list thing!
"skylanders. i want skylanders." -brennan
"frozen notebooks." -max
"you have sucker?!" -chase
first year nobody cried.
christmas miracle:)
"HO HO HO" might be my favorite thing chase says right now.
that, and "what you doin mom?"
he says that all day long and i love it.
in the car, in a boat, on a house, in the dark, in a tree,
he is so very very cute you see!
i wish i could keep their sweet little baby voices in my house forever.
{BIG thanks to our financial advisor Travis Bowden with Collier, Webb, Bowden, and Associates for hosting Santa
and Marcell 360 Production photography for the pics! the tradition lives on!}

Friday, December 12, 2014

the story of the candy earplugs

for two days i couldn't find my earplugs.
which pretty much means i haven't been sleeping.
i've been hooked since my freshmen year in college on them,
and it's basically my lifeline for a good night's rest.
all but one earplug on the side of my bed went missing somewhere after monday,
so i've been sleeping with one ear plugged,
and my other ear on the pillow side,
but every time i roll over, i wake up and have to switch my one earplug to the other ear 
that is now not on the pillow side anymore.
i was cursing my addiction to ear plugs this week.
so last night i was closing the shower curtain and cleaning up my bathroom from bedtime showers and such, while max brushed her hair and sean chased CHASE down with lotion and jammies,
and brennan sat entranced by the polar express or despicable me 2 or something,
and i leaned down to get a piece of garbage behind the toilet,
and that's when i spotted them!
my bright yellow pair of earplugs!
but the minute i grabbed them i noticed they were a little...
disfigured.
so i walked out and was all,
"who stole my ear plugs and took a bite?"
and max was all,
"i did!"
and i was like,
"ummmm, why did you eat my ear plug?"
and she was like,
"i thought they were candy."
{head hanging low and clearly a little disappointed and embarrassed.}
and that's when sean and i burst into crying laughter b/c well,
i just couldn't help imagining her thinking she was going to get a nice delicious sugary treat without anyone knowing,
and instead she bit off the end of my ear plug,
which i'm sure tasted like foam and earwax.
old built up earwax.
yep.
glutton for punishment max.
bet she'll never do that again.
have mercy, poor max!!!!!
btw, i slept SUPER great last night,
as i now had two wonderful earplugs to use again:)
except not the candy one.
i threw that one in the trash.
i need to buy more earplugs...

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

it just works for my life

if it's not on amazon, it's probably not going to be under our tree.

reasons why i love online christmas shopping:
1. i don't have to go to the store.
2. i don't have to leave my house {see #1}
3. strong men carry everything from store to me, and leave it on my door. sometimes they even bring it inside.
4. my strong man carries it down into the basement.
5. all items are concealed in unmarked brown boxes and can be stored in the same room my kids play in without them knowing what's inside.

god bless amazon and online shopping.
it just works for my life.
amen.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

letters to Emily {embarrassing story, merry christmas in german, & relationships}


Dear Emily,
I did laugh so hard! Especially at the batman ornament! That was amazing. People usually say "frohe weinachten!" For merry Christmas... Emily, do you wanna hear a funny embarrassing story? Well, this would only happen in dear old Deutchland... But I think you will still appreciate the moment at least. So Thanksgiving. On the schedual to come to my house was the missionaries (elders and sisters) and a family. I was to make the turkey, the potatoes, carrot casserole, stuffing, and s desert, the missionaries were bringing a bunch of stuff as was the family. I woke up feeling my absolute worst. I couldn't even stand.. A bad virus. So we cancelled the whole thing! I felt so bad... So Bryce was rubbing my feet and I was laying in bed in a pool of tissues and blankets when we hear a knock on the door ( both kids are in school). And our apartments are installing fire alarms so the installers (who smell like smoke and cheap cologne) come in and Bryce tells them it's all good and comes back in the room where I look like a nasty sick woman and we hear a knock on our bedroom door and it's the installers and they need to install a fire alarm in our bedroom! So they install it with me laying in my sickness... I almost couldn't Handle it so I pulled the blankets over my head and just said over and over again to myself, "please go away, please be done, please go away, please be done. ". Then they leave probably feeling really sorry for Bryce, thinking wow he married a mess...! Haha! I just had to tell you that funny story, virus is gone and we were able to have a little thanksgiving on Sunday... It was so good. Just our little family, I love to say what we are grateful for from the year at the dinner table, and I totally lost it and I could barely start... But I was able to say my gratitudes. I think to the end of the movie jerry McGuire, when he hugs his one client with a REAL relationship, instead of the other agent with a lot of clients basically given to him with no real relationship. Jerry was uncomfortable and poor and he needed the people around him, they brought him comfort. And in the end it literally pays off for him to have real deep meaningful relationships with the people he is working for and his family. And not being greedy. I feel the struggles that Bryce and I are experiencing right now has brought us closer together then ever before. I hope that we remember our time together is worth more then a paycheck. And do cherish it so. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
I love you,
Beth

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

letters to BETH {i'm yellin' TiiiiiiiiiMBerrrrrr--the tree came down}

{get your laughing pants on for this story my friend. 
you're gonna need 'em today;)}
dear beth,
our brand new vacuum is broken.
remember this for later.
merry christmas!
Weihnachtsgrüße!
AUF DEUTSCH!
did i get those right at all?
i blame google translator if not.
are you decking your halls yet?
we are slowly getting things looking festive around here.
this last weekend we took the kids out for pizza, because not even I, Emily Gibson, wanted to cook the day after thanksgiving.
so we took the kids out for pizza and then to the christmas tree lot.
we found THE ONE, and it was glorious.
{don't ask me why i have my coat on. i was sweating it was so hot.}

max was running around in a skirt and tank top because it was 65* at night in november.
it's freakishly warm right now in general and NOT snowing, and i'm sad about it.
except it's kinda nice that brennan can still play outside with his friends after school every day still.
so anyway, we put up the tree,
and on sunday max helped me string on all of the lights.
she was MADE for this.
i am thrilled to have a helper for this job, as it really does take two folks.

i FINALLY learned this year to just sit back and let the kids do the decorating.
which means that all of my ornaments were on the bottom 2 feet of the tree.
it was so cute and the kids were prouder than proud.
brennan kept saying that he knew santa was going to "just love" their work.

i left all of my most fragile ornaments in their boxes and figured maybe i wouldn't put them up this year.
well, after letting my kids decorate and UNdecorate the tree three times every day since then, i made the executive decision last night to go ahead and spend an hour after bedtime putting up all of my favorite ornaments in complete peace and quiet.
and then tell the kids no more touching the tree from now on.
i think because i let them put all of the ornaments on they thought that meant that the entire tree AND all of "their" ornaments were just more toys to move around every day.
and i just didn't want them throwing them across the front room anymore.
so i put up the rest of the ornaments by myself, and it was glorious. 
sean was in the basement working out.
and all three of the kids were fast asleep in their beds.
there was not a peep in the place.
it was so absolutely relaxing and wonderful.
after everything but the star was in place {i wanted to save that for the kids to help with today}, 
i stood back beaming at how beautiful my hard work had turned out to be.
and just how glad i was that i took the time to do it.
i just love looking at all of the personalized ornaments we've gathered over the years.
engagement, wedding, baby's first christmas 2008, 2010, 2012 for all of the kids, hand impressions of little tiny baby hands, and all of sean's hand made ones from elementary school that sean's mom has given me to hang. 
now, because our vacuum is broken there are pine needles everywhere in my front room.
and after decorating the tree, it was basically a LAWN of pine needles under the tree at this point in the night.
and like i said, since my vacuum is broken, i couldn't vacuum them up.
so i stood there looking at my glorious tree, wishing that all of the pine needles could just go away,
and that's when i realized a tree skirt would do just that!
so excitedly, i ran to the christmas box to grab the tree skirt.
to cover up the needles:)
i was feeling so smart, and i couldn't wait to take a picture of my newly decorated 2014 christmas tree.
so i pulled out the red, gold, and green one my mom gave me a couple of years ago,
and just as i was on my hands and knees, ready to slip it around my lovely lady's trunk's waist,
THE
ENTIRE
TREE
FELL
DOWN
ON
TOP
OF ME.
yep, that's what i said.
this was me:
or at least that is how i felt.
so there i am stuck under our big old fallen christmas tree,
covered in pine needles,
water leaking from the base ALL OVER the carpet and me,
and half of the ornaments i had so gently placed were now strewn about all over the floor,
with even MORE pine needles everywhere from the great TIMBER which was the fall.
so i start yelling
"SEEEAAAAAN!!!!! SEEEEEAAAAANN!!!! SEEEEEEEAAAAAAANNNN!!!!!"
because ya know, i'm stuck under this tree and all.
and he's down in the basement exercising and he can't hear me.
so i keep yelling until finally he hears me, but by this point i've taken matters of saving my life into my own hands and have pulled myself out of the rubble,
holding the tree halfway up as best as i can so that the water will stop spilling,
and the rest of the ornaments will stop falling,
hoping and hanging on for dear life so that our tree will not break in half.
and that's when sean walks in,
and we are both just standing there laughing because ya know,
the entire tree i had JUST finished decorating had just fallen on top of me,
and now it wouldn't stand up on it's own.
we kept trying to put it back in its stand, but it just wouldn't stay.
so sean went out to the garage and brought back some bright yellow rope,
tied it to the window shutters,
and then he put a weight to leverage it from the bottom.
{sean told me later that he heard this big thump from downstairs over his head, and then this faint call of his name, but it took him a minute to register what could possibly be going on. then he told me he wished he could have seen the tree fall down on top of me, and that was one picture he wished he had. this made me laugh really REALLY hard. i wish i had a video of it. 
good times. also, it was frightening. and awesome.}
so that my friend is how i spent my last night of being 31.
i will always laugh when i look at that batman ornament for the rest of my life.
and i will ALWAYS remember that one christmas where my fully decorated christmas tree fell down on top of me.
i think we're gonna need a new christmas tree base for next year.
this one has always been a problem!
because next time i might not escape certain death so smoothly.
just sayin.
i love when funny stuff like this happens to me in life.
it makes me happy because there's nothing like a good laugh at yourself to keep you humble.
i hope this story has left your day a little more bright,
and maybe with a little pee in your pants.


all my love,
em

Friday, November 28, 2014

go figure {thanksgiving}

the things i want 
to remember 
about thanksgiving 
this year:

#1 when i was snuggling with chase on his bed that night, i was burying my face in his giant marshmallow gushy cheeks, and they smelled just like cranberries. it was DELICIOUS!!! and that's when i remembered how he loved grandma max's cranberry sauce so much that he dipped everything in it. his mashed potatoes, his turkey, his roll, his whole face. and then i remembered that i never got a picture of it because i only took about 4 pictures the entire day. and that's when i realized that i've changed a little big over the last few months. i take less pictures, i spend less time on my phone, and i spend more time being with my people, and i like it. except i really wish i had a picture of chase covered in cranberry sauce. i will never forget the way his cheeks and neck smelled last night when i was singing songs to him and kissing his cheeks. just like my strawberry shortcake doll from preschool. mmmmmmm.

#2 sean wouldn't pose for a picture carving the turkey, so one of my 4 pictures i took was of the back of his head.

#3 i was too full for pie at mom's house, and then i was too full for pie when we got home, but at 10:30pm when we were watching our traditional "home for the holidays" movie in our bed, i was all of a sudden STARVING. and i wanted pumpkin pie. i hate pumpkin pie. but i saw the dad sneaking a finger of pumpkin pie in the middle of the night, and our room was all dark, and all of a sudden i wanted pumpkin pie. then i ate some in my bed sometime after 10:30pm COVERED in freshly whipped cream i stole from my mom's house, and then i laid down and told sean that maybe that wasn't such a good idea to do that so late at night after all. then we fell asleep watching the movie in our bed, and missed the whole part where they go to get coffee and the guy tells the girl he saw her naked in the shower, which the movie doesn't show. it's just a picture they're talking about that you never see. anyway, it's a great part, and then they make out on the porch of her sister's house, and she has red lipstick on, but then she magically doesn't have it on, and it's not on him or her, like magic or something {when you've watched a movie every year since you were twelve you notice stuff like this}, and i missed it all. i also missed my traditional texting of favorite lines with my brother because we left our phones downstairs because we were so tired from putting our kids to bed. better luck next year. also i think we left the christmas lights on the house on all night long. they might still be on. i can never keep my peepers open on thanksgiving night.

#4 troy's homemade au gratin potatoes. THE CHEESE. yes.

#5 i used mini marshmallows instead of the regular sized marshmallows on the yams and i was all, "WHEEEEEERE HAVE YOU BEEEEEEN MY WHOLE LIFE?!?!" really though.

#6 remember to use 3/4 cup brown sugar and 3 tsp vanilla on grandma max's sweet potatoes. i didn't write on the recipe, so i will have to remember. i kind of remember knowing this and forgetting from last year...
{the kids didn't even play long enough to make it around GO one time.}
{my cousin troy likes to smile for pictures. he also makes amazing 
homemade scalded potatoes. the cheese. i will always remember the cheese.}
...
turns out i took more than 4 pictures,
i actually took 10.
however, there are non of brennan, chase, or me.
unless you count brennan's hand playing monopoly.
one of the more relaxing holidays i've had in a long time.
it feels like i have a lot of pictures from the day in my head. 
more than i remember about the ones where i took more.
go figure.

Monday, November 10, 2014

letters to Beth {turbulence, liar liar pants on fire, MICE, & halloween}

{this picture. it makes me laugh.}

dear beth,
when i received your letter a couple of weeks ago, i was feeling sorry for myself. i know, awful! but, it's true. mostly because brennan had been on this lying phase, and i was just feeling like a loser mom that kept failing and failing with everything i was trying. so when i read your words, you truly lifted me up woman!!! i mean, i just can't express how amazing i think you are. UH-MAZE-INGGGGGG. president uchtdorf is one of my favorites. whenever life is overwhelming to me i remind myself of his talk about flying an airplane through turbulence. do you remember that talk? he said that to get through turbulence, one might think that you would get through it faster if you just sped up, BUT this is wrong! in order to get through turbulence most safely and effectively, one must SLOW DOWN. this was like a firecracker going off in my brain. i immediately thought of my life after having chase. brennan {who we didn't know had adhd at the time, but now looking back it is so clear} was only 4, little miss max was 2, and then there was newborn chase. i remember thinking that i was not going to let a newborn slow me down. we had swimming lessons to get to, and i had two other kids to entertain. i didn't have time for a slow nurser that couldn't latch! i didn't have time for no milk and a baby that took 5 minute car seat naps. i needed to go, go, go, go, go. how ironic it was that chase was BY FAR the one baby that FORCED me to slow down. his personality would not be rushed. it is just so him. oh how i wish i would have heard pres. uchtdorf's talk right in the midst of all of that, but then maybe i wouldn't have "heard" what he was saying. perspective in these situations is so clear when it's behind you. so every day, when my life is going through change and chaos, and i start to feel the need to "keep up" with the momentum i think i should be going at, i stop and remind myself that when times are turbulent, it's best to slow down. this is hard for a gal like me that sets high expectations for herself, but i'm getting better! one must put the breaks on to make the path less bumpy. i just can't tell you how many times a day i think of that talk. i keep thinking i need to type up the paragraph and pin it to my fridge, or my wall, or something like that, so i can see it always.
X-MEN: professor xavier, storm, wolverine, elsa, and batman.
please note: chase wore brennan's 5T batman costume, feet rolled up. 
free from last year. oh yeah:) i'm a genius!
this one spent the night riding from house to house in the wagon and eating candy after candy out of my old trick or treat candy bag my mom saved from elementary school. at every house he would run up yelling "TICK OR TEET!!! I batman! Tank Yoooooo!" and then it was back into his wagon again. 2 yr olds are my favorite halloween people. no frills. just happy.
brennan is already asking to go off with his friends alone. i told him you have to be 10 or 12 or something way older than 6 and a 1/2. i'm treasuring these years of walking behind my babies with their pumpkin buckets. i leave a giant canning pot of candy on my door unattended every year so we can all go around together. pure bliss!
so about brennan's lying. well, the first two were about video games. when brennan comes home from school i let him play on the computer, watch a show, or play video games for 30-45 minutes. this REALLY helps him come down off of his meds after school and just wind down. then, it's screens off, and outside for you or some other form of brain stimulating activity {art, reading, writing, etc.}. also, somewhere before bedtime we do dreadful homework which i loathe and find pointless, but this is because i once read some research that said there is absolutely no research to support homework helping learning any more than time that was already spent at school. we still do it, and i keep that opinion in my own head and not in my kid's ears because i don't need to encourage bad attitudes at age 6, but on the bad homework nights i am grumpy and sean usually hears about it right as we are going to bed. 20 minutes and that's it. that's my 1st grade limit. then he reads to me for a half an hour before bed, but i don't count that as homework. that's just fun enjoying reading time together. i love having another reader in the home. so, like i was saying, around 4:30pm every day i kick his buns outside to play with friends with the understanding that he is to remain outside and NOT go into anyone's house to play video games. his pack of about 6 boys roam from each other's houses together until dinner. this also happens on saturday mornings. well, one saturday and then one thursday last week he left our house promising he was going to play outside, and for hours i had visions of outdoor hockey street games and backyard nerf wars around the neighborhood, when in fact, he was in a friend's basement playing video games both times almost the entire time. how did i catch him in this lie you ask? i'm smart:) really smart:) see, there's one house that always has kids take their shoes off before they go into the house. they have new carpet. if i had new carpet, i would do the same thing. oh i wish i had new carpet. so when brennan came home with no shoes on in 42* it was a dead giveaway. when i asked him, he lied to my face, until i threatened to call the mom and ask if he was playing video games. then he fessed up. i had him pick the punishment, and he decided that two days with no screens was the answer, which was a punishment for me as well, but we did it. i held firm, and we all suffered through it, even with a day off of school on the end of it. after the first time he was so miserable i thought it was going to change his behavior, but only a few days later he did it again. shoes off and everything. i laughed at the poor chap when he walked in with just socks and lied to me again. also, i rolled my eyes and sighed because i felt like a failure, and knew we were going to have to go an entire weekend without screens again. then the third time he lied about an incident on the tramp, which i cannot disclose because i promised him absolute secrecy over the matter after we dealt with it, and since he's 6 AND A HALF now there are just certain things a mom isn't allowed to share on her blog about, and this third lie was one of them. he said telling anyone would just be too "embarrassing." so, after three lies in one week i was just basically feeling like an all around failure. was i being too controlling? was i meddling too much? i was surely doing this whole parenting thing wrong. maybe i should be more like the parents who don't set limits? their kids always seem to turn out better? these were the things i was thinking about. also, i was worrying that because of all of this, and my inability to teach him honesty, that he was for sure going to turn into a lying teenager just like me, addicted to drugs and alcohol at age 16. a woman's brain is sometimes a jump to conclusions kind of place. it's embarrassing to admit where my brain goes sometimes, but that is where it went. no, i decided no. every person parents differently, but sean and i agree that video games every day and all night after school and hours on end on the weekends are just not good for our family. the times that work best for us are for early risers on saturday and sunday mornings for sanity's sake, and a short time after school to wind down. i realize there are many other ways and opinions, and i respect them! this is just what works best for us right now. so after the third lying incident, sean took brennan around the house to empty all of the garbages {manual labor is the best policy i swear! sometimes i wish we lived on a farm}, having a man to man talk along the way. i heard them role playing what to do when your friends want you to do things you know you're not supposed to do. it was SO CUTE. i was bursting inside, and feeling very grateful to have someone else giving their hand a go in the matter. well, do you know what? two days later IT WORKED. he went off to play street hockey with his friends, and before he left we role played again what he was going to do if everyone wanted to play video games. we had agreed earlier that if he would just be honest and come home and ask, then he would always get 30 minutes of video games regardless of how much he had spent on screens at home just for being honest and checking in...AND so, after about 45 min he came home, knocking on our front door to ask if he could play video games at alex's house. i was so elated i jumped up and down screaming. HE CAME HOME to ask:) i gave him permission, he played for 30 minutes, and then he was off again outside, and we were all celebrating this little mini victory of positive reinforcement. i know this was very small, and in no way is a for sure that the problem is fixed, BUT it was something to celebrate after the week we had been having. these are what i call "first world problems." problems that aren't really real, but actually they kind of are when you don't have to worry about food and shelter, and stuff like that. that night sean and i talked about how hard peer pressure is, and how we don't really remember dealing with it at 6, but surely we were. i'm so glad we are starting to deal with it at 6, but i just hope that if we can have enough of these "little" lessons, that maybe they will make it count when the bigger decisions come. these are the EASY years, this is what i know, and if we can just SLOW DOWN, then maybe we'll have a fighting chance of getting through all of the turbulence.

{it was freakishly warm this year, so after 2 hours of trick or treating and hitting every house in the entire hood, we all ended up on the front porch eating and together passing out candy to all of the "teenagers," who my kids consider to be anyone over the age of 10. i let them eat and eat and eat and eat, then we showered them all off, and everyone planned their costumes for next year with visions of drumsticks in their brains. it was probably my favorite part of the entire day.}
...
in other more humorous news...we have mice. this is the story about how i found out we had mice. you know those cute corn stalks i put on my porch every year for halloween and thanksgiving?
well, THIS YEAR i had this FABULOUS idea to leave some corn on the stalks! i peeled them down and tied each little corn cob all cute. it was so very festive. i was living in corn stalk fall happiness! then a few days before halloween i decided to finally paint my front door blue. Morocco blue. i've been trying to talk myself into it for two years now, bought the paint on labor day, and took the plunge during our unseasonably hot october weather as i said, a few days before halloween. i LOVE my blue door {not pictured above}. anyway, so as i'm taping off my door handles to paint: note picture below.
i see something dark grey "roll" also known as scamper across my front door stoop, and right into the corn stalk. it was an unusually windy day in the salt lake valley, and when i told sean something ran across the door he said "no, it's just the wind blowing something."
well, i have been known to hallucinate, but when it happened a SECOND time, i called my husband over to check the cornstalks,
WHEN
ALL
OF
A
SUDDEN
2 MICE
FELL
OUT
OF
THE
CORNSTALKS
and scampered down the side of the stairs and under the gaping hole there to their homes.
here i was feeding the mice like some petting zoo off of my front porch for a month and a half,
and thing i was most mad about was that sean told me the cornstalks had to go
LESS THAN A WEEK
before halloween.
i was devstated.
so he called his pest control guy,
who explained to him that these varmints only need a dime sized hole to get into your house once the weather turns cold {which is has today}, where they will eat and poop all over your food.
so with tears in my eyes, we moved the cornstalks to the side of the house {also not smart in case you're wondering, but they've since been moved to the street}, and now the mice are gone.
they ate their poison, and are most likely laying dead under my front cement stoop. i try not to think about that part mostly.
oh, i almost forgot,
because i had just spent OVER an hour taping my front door and TWO YEARS building up the courage to PAINT this door, i HAD to paint the front door,
but we didn't want the mice to run into the house, which were still running up to the porch searching for their smorges borg of meal i had so conveniently placed there for them,
so sean put up a wooden panel over the front door and we spent the whole day running from the garage to the door painting scaring them away every 5-10 minutes.
also, we borrowed susie's cat from down the street, who is named Cosmo {GO GOUGS!},
and after he sniffed around a little bit we didn't see the mice come out for the rest of the day after that.
i also repainted my red berry wreath, so now it's all spruced up too.
i MAY have left a circular red blood stain on the ground of the garage that looks like someone died there. oops.
so that is the story of how i found out we had mice and painted my front door blue.

love,
emiline