Quiet as church mice

A couple of weeks ago, Megan and Phil reported seeing a mouse in the house. Being the liberal hippies that we are, we decided to get some live traps so that A) Megan wouldn't have to stumble upon a decapitated mouse corpse B) Jordan wouldn't toddle into an errant trap and get hurt when she put it in her mouth (as she most certainly would) or C) We'd become haunted by cute little ghosts. We started with a couple of traps from PIC. We wound up catching 2 mice in a week or so and released them across the street at the Lutheran church.

Well, the second mouse we caught almost chewed through the trap and I was tired of baiting it with peanut butter (it was messy and gross).

Since I figured we probably would have more mice than traps, I ordered a new one from Amazon. Behold, the mousinator! This thing traps mice like no body's business. I set it out in the morning unbaited. When I came home at 2:30, there were 3 mice inside. Three mice and no bait used. I guess they just cant resist a little tunnel to crawl in.

They were kind of small so I'm hoping that we got their litter mostly captured and released and that they're joining the choir on Sunday like I always read about when I was a kid. Since then we've caught one more. They're kind of jumpy and Megan still doesn't like them much but this trap is a breeze to set up and use.

We'll keep the ticker updated.

Paternety Test: Passed

Papa Phil is watching Jordan this afternoon. I stayed home with her this morning because she was sick and I was feeling too lazy to drive to work in the rain. As she started to feel better I got less and less work done because I was playing "No no, that's not yours" and chastising the dog for continuously bringing his toys to her so that I'll take them away from her and throw them (I'm learning to just take them away from her and keep them instead). Phil agreed to watch her this afternoon so I could actually get some work done (excluding me blogging this *cough*). A couple of minutes ago I got this email from Phil:

Your daughter just crawled over and got the X-Box remote and turned the X-Box on.

She is so obviously my daughter. Good job kiddo!

Jordan becomes mobile

Here's the first and second time our daughter ever crawled. She loves the little yellow shapes that fit inside her red and blue shape globe thing so we used them to lure her into crawling. She's an old pro at it now though so we started baby-proofing the house and getting ready to make more changes in our lives.

The first time she ever crawled:



The second time:

Couldn't we just have a dog for mayor?

It appears that we may be joining the ranks of small towns with odd mayors. In the election yesterday the old "good ole boy" mayors were shot down by a 19 year old kid with ambitions. Since no one had > 50% of the vote, we're going to have a dance off or something to decide who wins. I can't wait for the montages!