Squirrels and Stuff

As I was sitting down to write this post, Colin playfully boxed my upper arm and was all, "Your arm is like a punching bag! Except punching bags aren't jiggly, are they Mommy?"

And that, like, totally de-railed my train of thought. (Ah, who am I kidding - that train never even left the station. It's Monday morning, y'all.)

Since I'm having trouble forming a coherent thought - let alone a whole string of them, blog-post-style - I'll just do some random bullet points. Literary rabbit turds, if you will.

- First on the agenda: I took a picture of a squirrel taking a nap on the railing of our back deck. I think it's interesting because, well, I've never seen a squirrel actually nap before. (Admit it, neither have you.) It's a bad-quality photo because I took it with a sucky phone camera, but here it is ...

Crazy, huh? He just sat there for, like, a half-hour or better. Chillin' with his eyes closed. Then he crapped on my deck and moved on. 

- Speaking of crap, I'm having a toilet issue. With my FOUR YEAR OLD, who has been potty trained for a solid two years now. The other day, I picked up a shirt off his floor that reeked of ... sniff, sniff, what's that? ... PISS. Upon further investigation, he admitted that he had indeed peed on the shirt, only offering a vague explanation like, "I was just tired of peeing in the toilet." A couple of days later, the same thing happened again - only this time, the shirt was on his bed! And this morning I walked into the living room, where he had been entertaining himself, to find a wet spot on the floor. All this in the span of a week or so. I've worked through some pretty crazy parenting dilemmas before, but this? Totally leaves me scratching my head. They're not accidents. He doesn't wet the bed at night, or pee in his pants, or anything like that. Developmentally, he's advanced (well, usually, snicker snicker) so I'm puzzled beyond belief at this weird behavior. Any advice? (PS - I'm starting to wonder if he might have been the culprit who peed on my pillow!) 

- I lost two blog followers last week. TWO, y'all. One at a time isn't all that uncommon, but two? Am I starting to suck or something?

- I took this hilarious picture of Cameron a couple of days ago when he somehow got his diaper caught on this knob on the side of my desk chair:

Now that's a seriously stretchy diaper, y'all.

- Finally, my hometown radio station (Y107, Columbia Missouri) is in SECOND PLACE in the Children's Miracle Network "Most Caring Radio Station" contest. The winning station gets a $50,000 donation to the community hospital, which in Columbia's case is the University Hospital. This hospital has played a very important part in the life of my family. It's where my mother works, where my niece spent a big part of her life battling (and beating!) pediatric cancer at two years old, where Curtis was recently hospitalized, and where my grandmother took her last breath. If you have a spare 2 or 3 minutes and an e-mail address, would you pretty-please-with-sugar-on-top go here to vote? (You can do so up to ten times a day!) If you could see me, I'm smiling all sweetly and blinking my eyes in rapid succession. To show you that, like, I really would appreciate it if you'd vote.

Okay. I think that's all the rabbit turds I can muster at this point. Time to hit the shower and shave the pits ... I'm tired of the hair getting caught in my waistband. ;)