P.S.

The tree was miraculously gone when I got home from work the next day! Thank you, mysterious tree remover, for making my life just a little bit easier ;)

3 strikes and you're out?

It's true...I have cleaned up some sort of poo mess 3 times in the last 2 days. Our poor little Harry (we think it's him but have no evidence) has had all sorts of problems coming out of both ends for the last two days. Lucky for me Peter has class every night this week so I get to clean it up. Let's not forget that Truman came in from outside last night with a wad of cat poo on his head. I didn't even notice it until AFTER he rolled around all over my carpet.

Sick.

And to top it all off, when I tried to take the poo out to my trash can, I found a tree limb blocking my way. And the kind neighbors won't answer their door. So now the poo is sitting on the driveway with no way for us to get our trash out tomorrow (our one trash day a week). Ok, this probably is not making a lot of sense. It's bedtime! At least I get to sleep with the windows open tonight!

A presidential connection?

So, as you all know, Truman was named after the 33rd president (and a little bit after one of my friend's former students because I think it's just so stinkin' cute!). Well when we got Harry a year later, we decided to continue the tradition of presidential names. William Henry Harrison was the 9th president of the United States and served only 31 days in office...he died of a cold-gone-wrong. Anyhoo, as with all children, you start calling them by nicknames. So Harrison shortly became Harry. Now everyone thinks we named our dogs only after Harry Truman. I guess our next one will have to be named S! ;) Here are our little guys and their executive namesakes.

William Henry Harrison


Harrison


Harry S Truman




Truman

Too cute for words...

The List

1. Babalou's dog food

2. Ethan's McDonald's left in his bedroom much to his parents' chagrin

3. A bowl of guac left on the coffee table in the gameroom

4. The lickings of Grandpa Mike's 2nd round of potato salad

5. A waffle dropped on the floor in the hustle and bustle of a crowded kitchen

6. Delicious pieces of Grandmommy Phyllis's roast smothered in gravy (Although this one he didn't find on his own! She-who-shall-not-be-named gave her favorite grandpuppies a few treats under the table.)




Why do I even bother packing food for Truman when we go out of town?!? Naughty little guy.

And my sweet Harry ate his regular old dog food the whole weekend. But he did looooove Grandmommy's roast, as always!

My Boys

I heart my boys. =) =) =)

Silence is not always golden

...especially when you have a little diablito like Truman.

So I was getting ready for bed the other night, calling the boys for their last trip outside. It had been quiet while I was watching tv on the couch. Harry was sleeping on the wood floor in the living room with me, and Tru was in his bed that he had dragged all the way into the hallway from the kitchen. A typical evening in our house.

So as I called them, Harrison ran immediately to the door like the good boy he is. Truman, my stubborn one, likes to take his time and slowly stretch his way outside. To hurry him up, I walked over there to get him...and that's when I saw it!

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Peter's shoes...in Truman's bed...perfectly lined up like a person had just picked them up and put them there! He even got them in the left and right spots...better than most of my Kindergartners can do!

Naughty, naughty, naughty little boy! But all I could do was get my camera and laugh.

We left his bed just like that so Daddy could see it when he got home from class. His reaction? Same as mine...."Did you get a picture of that?!?"

*No shoes were harmed in the making of this blog.