Good Mousers Needed!

Yesterday I watched a mouse run across the kitchen floor right in front of Clara and our cat Fiona then dash under the dishwasher to safety. Only Clara tried to catch it. I already wrote about how our cat Henry (above in orange) was the worlds worst mouser but Fiona(black) is right up there with him. Henry was awful because he could catch mice, never did anything to them and would eventually let them go. Fiona just seems to be lacking any hunting instinct whatsoever.  I have never, ever, seen her with a mouse. And believe me, in our house, there are plenty of mousing opportunities.  The worst performance by Fiona was about two years ago on a dark and stormy night. OK probably it wasn’t dark and stormy. In fact I really have no idea what it was doing outside, I’m not even sure of the season but I suspect it was winter since that’s when the mice really invade. Whatever was going on outside, inside John and I were both in the kitchen when a mouse ran across the counter and hid behind all our liquor bottles in the corner.

– A note on “all our liquor bottles in the corner“:

We used to keep these all in the pantry before a home improvement disease took over our house.  Now our pantry has no shelves, and things are stacked on the floor or kept in Rubbermaid bins, not a good place for glass bottles so the bottles were relocated to the counter. Now, when I use the word ALL it seems like we are crazy party animals with a full bar but they are actually a strange collection of mostly empty bottles that are  a minimum of 4 years old collecting dust next to one bottle of whiskey. There is no dust on the whiskey.

John and I closed in on the mouse and then tried to figure out what to do. I thought, ” We’ll get the cat, brilliant!” (this was clearly before I knew she was one of the two worst mousers in the world) I ran and got Fiona and put her on the counter next to the bottles.  Then while I tried to keep Fiona focused John slowly started removing bottles.  When we were down to just three or four in the corner (we don’t even drink them I swear they just show up and never leave!) the mouse poked it’s head out and Fiona saw it. “AH HA she’s got it!” we thought, but we were wrong. Fiona went up and tentatively poked her paw behind the bottles.  The mouse stuck it’s head out the other side, Fiona never noticed. John put on an oven mitt (we were in the kitchen after all) and poked the mouse, the mouse ran and stuck it’s head out by Fiona, she poked it back to John…. You get the idea? After this went on for many minutes (while I helpfully laughed in the background) John brought Storm into help. Now Storm is a hunting dog, she has hunting instinct, she is even what is known as a versatile hunting dog, but she is NOT a good counter top mouser. The mouse went back to hiding behind the bottles. Finally John ripped all the bottles out and smashed the mouse with his oven mitt clad fist.

Every now and then John talks about getting another cat. My new criteria is that it has to be a better mouser than he is!

Don’t Forget to Pack Your Straw!

This past weekend we went up to the Superior area for a long weekend full of: train rides, birthdays, fathers day, swimming, fishing, boating and friends.

We’d love to visit the area more often except for the tiny problem of the 6 hour drive. And that is only the driving.  Peeing, eating, diaper changes, leg stretching, and waiting out a large thunderstorm with lots of tornadoes that just happens to be hanging out over the road you need to follow to get home, are all extra.  Once we added those in our drive home was about nine hours!

Now before someone says, how its not so bad , “just jump in the car pop a movie in and you’ll be set,” lets just set something straight.

We do not have a TV in our home.

We do not have a DVD player or anything like it in our car.

It is likely to stay that way indefinitely.

I like to think this is a good thing.  I might be wrong, it may be unreasonable, but I’ve been known to cling stubbornly to unreasonable ideas before. I have kept up my own personal ban of the Harry Potter movies for many years now, and lived most of my life in a TV-less environment.  I think I can swing keeping movies out of my vehicles.

For now both of our girls are very good in the car, and really the only problem is I keep forgetting to pack my earplugs…

Have I ever mentioned my oldest daughter’s ability to talk?

Have I mentioned that she LOVES the captive audience a car creates?

So, knowing that we had a big car ride, and that if a certain someone uttered the phrases “What?” or “What kind of…” or “Hold it on it’s BACK Mom!”  too many times I’d lose the last of the sanity I had remaining after a frantic day of packing, I tried to be well prepared.

We  had a bag of toys:

We had a pile of books:

And then we had the most sought after item, the most played with item, the item that literally kept Ivy busy for two hours, the item that made all the rest of the things I brought along pale in comparison….

the straw.

Who needs a princess movie when you can play the trumpet with a McDonald’s straw?

Everyone Worth Knowing by Lauren Weisberger

I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I think in the last year I have spent about $150 on clothes, and that is only if you include both a new pair of running shoes and a pair of rubber boots.  Therefore I find books like everyone worth knowing completely fascinating, ($20,000 for a bag!?!).  I have no desire to join the party world of New York or the fashion world, or really any world that would require me living in New York city. The clothes I wear barely meet rural Wisconsin acceptability, I can’t even fathom what would happen if I were to suddenly move east.  My lack of fashion aside  I do enjoy reading books like these in a  “seriously people do that?” sort of way!


Would I recommend it? Yes, it’s a fun, quick and easy read!

Ready, Set, Go! by Nina Laden

We brought home Ready, Set, Go! after a recommendation that if we liked Peek-A-Who! we’d like this one too. And it’s true,Clara loved it and my favorite part was that Ivy loved “reading” it to her.

Ivy would read it like this:

“Ready, set, go! Ready, set, throw! Ready set, blow! Ready, set boat! Ready, set, snow! ect.”

Row was a tricky one for her, but it was a boat in the picture,  and Clara didn’t seem to mind at all!

Would I recommend it? Yup, Peek-A-Who? seems to be a bit better for really young ages.  After all I think we start playing peek-a-boo with babies when they are about 3 days old,  takes a bit longer before we can teach them ready, set go and I think the familiarity of the word pattern is what made Clara laugh.

Why I Love Digital Cameras

I have sort of a love hate relationship with my digital camera. For instance I hate the flash, but I love the ability to take 5 million pictures and then delete as many as necessary.

Then as an added bonus even when none of the pictures are really awesome you still get something that tells a nice little story like this:

Ivy waters Clara and James

Some for you…

…and some for you…

…and some for me…

…wait who said you get more?

…more for me…

…some for you, Clara where are you going?

MOM! Ivy won’t share!

Hey Mama, guess what!?! I was drinking with the girls today!

Hooray for digital cameras!

Alice I Have Been by Melanie Benjamin

Look at this cover, I love it!

The little Alice, the two different fonts, the girl in the mirror, seriously how can you NOT choose a book for it’s cover when it looks like this one!

Even more exciting than the cover (which is much better in person without my poor photography skills messing with it), the book was great! As I’m sure you have already guessed it is a historical fiction about the real Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

I was hooked when the first chapter started with this:

“Off with their-legs. That was the curious notion I had as a child.

That certain people-queens, generally-lost their heads was understood to be a historical fact.

But in my world, legs were missing with alarming regularity as well. The men in their long academic robes, the women in their voluminous skiers; everyone skimming, floating, like puffs of cotton in the air – that is the first, and most vivid memory of my childhood.”- Melanie Benjamin, Alice I Have Been

In case a great cover and awesome writing isn’t quite enough to sway you the author includes historical facts she worked from in the back. I love that!

Would I recommend it? Definitely!

The Books Behind the Willows

Starting this blog kicked off a  series of events and feelings that went like this:

-“I have a blog, I’m so embarrassed.”

-“I have a blog, but I think it’s kind of fun.”

-“I have a blog and people actually read it, cool!”

-“I have a blog and the format is annoying me.”

-“Sarah thanks for helping me get a new cooler blog!”

-“I love my new cooler blog!”

-“I have a blog and you should read it!”

-“I’m having so much fun I think I should start another!”

And so I started The Books Behind the Willows. I have never actually come out and mentioned it because it is a site of book reviews. Since I have only reviewed books that I have read since starting it it seemed foolish to say “OO OOO look at my new blog… with one lame book review on it”. But now I have thirteen reviews that I think are not so lame, so now I’m saying “OOO OOO look at my new(ish) blog!”

It just so happened that today’s post morphed into a bit of an explanation of why I write what I write in the reviews which made me think this might be a  good opportunity to formally introduce it. So, say hello to The Books Behind the Willows.  You can reach it by either clicking on my nicely highlighted links here or on the text at the top of the page. There you will find books I have read in the last two months and a few children’s books as well. I’m always looking for reading suggestions for myself and the girls and so would love comments with any suggestions or with your thoughts on any of the books!

Ivy and I, July '07

Stay tuned, the last event in my series of thoughts was like this…

“If two is good three is better right?”

Moon Shell Beach by Nancy Thayer

They say you can’t judge a book by it’s cover,  I say that’s where the title is and you have to start somewhere.

When I read a book I hate reading the dust flap, the reviews, the summary’s, anything that tells me what is going to happen. If I do read one of those I always have that info lurking in the back of my mind while I’m reading. For instance had I read the whole dust flap of this book I would have read something like this:

“Lexi Laney and Clare Hart grew up together swimming in the surf, riding remote bike trails, and having wondrous adventures across picturesque Nantucket. And when it was time to share intimate secrets and let their girlish imaginations run free, they escaped to their magical private hideaway: Moon Shell Beach.

But nothing stays the same. With the complicated pressures of adulthood, their intense bond is frayed, hurtful words are exchanged, and Lexi flees Nantucket to a life of luxury while Clare stays behind.

Ten years later, a newly divorced Lexi returns to make amends with those she left in her wake. Living at home with her father and dating a gorgeous carpenter, Clare still simmers with resentment toward her glamorous friend. And when Lexi opens an upscale clothing boutique next door to Clare’s chocolate shop, their paths are fated to cross.

Their emotional reunion is beset with major challenges: Lexi’s return sets off a series of startling events that fracture the status quo and set the town gossips’ tongues wagging. And as Clare’s life takes an abrupt detour, Lexi wonders if the happiness and peace they once knew on Moon Shell Beach will, in the end, prove to be as fleeting as time and the tide. In the turbulent adult world, awash in failed loves and romantic disappointment, can childhood dreams still come true?

Irresistible reading, Moon Shell Beach explores the evolution of a tumultuous lifelong friendship, the power of forgiveness, and the rewards of believing in miracles.” (-product discription from the hardcover copy)

Then I start a book waiting, waiting for Lexi to leave, knowing she’ll come back, expecting loves to fail, waiting for Clare’s abrupt detour and having no surprise when Lexi opens up her clothing store. I hate reading like that. I like to let the book unfold as I go with minimum information before hand, and no idea what is going to happen next. I firmly belive that’s the way books are meant to be read. It is one of the reasons you may have noticed a minimum of plot details on this site, if you want to spoil the surprise of your next  book feel free to check out Amazon and their plethora of reviews and editorials. Here you will find general impressions, writing style and hopefully just enough of the content to know if it might be something you’d like to pick up. Of course reading books this way I have run into some doozys.

Speaking of doozys, it wouldn’t matter if anyone told you what was going to happen in this book it is, predictable, predictable, predictable. Made all the more irritating by the fact that the author has periods of really great writing that would then dissolve into cheesy predictable mush. Did I mention it’s predictability?  Before you go off thinking I’m all difficult with my non-predictability needs let me also say this. There are cheesy books I love, there are predictable books I love, but there’s got to be a little something extra in those books, and this one was didn’t have it.

Would I recommend it? No.   As much as I hate being wrong I must concede that sometimes people are right and you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover…but only sometimes!

What Does a Giraffe Say?

When Ivy reached the age where her main “party trick” was to tell you what noises different animals make her Grandpa Moose (my Dad) was determined to teach her what a giraffe said.  Today I witnessed evidence that all that training many months ago finally paid off.

These three animals were set up on her floor today as I was watching her play.

She pointed to this one and said “Neeeiggghhh!”

She pointed to this one and said, “This one says “Pbbbbbbbb” “

Then with a twinkle in her eye and a little grin Ivy  looked at me, pointed to this one and said…

“This one says, “Hi Shorty!””

Congratulations Grandpa Moose you did it!