In the dark...

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch...
Me: (sleep disturbed, look over at crunching noise and see dark cat silhouette chewing on misplaced hanger) Pfffssssst!
Cat silhouette: (stops crunching, stares at me)
Me: Pffffsssssst!!!
Cat silhouette: (stares)
Me: (smacks pillow on floor near cat silhouette)
Cat silhouette: (disappears)
Me: (turn over, close eyes, snooz--)
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch...
Me: (smacks pillow on floor again and listens...quiet...close eyes...)
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch...
Me: (throws pillow at cat silhouette)
Cat silhouette: (gone)
Me: (reclaim pillow, turn over, close eyes...)
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch...
Me: (suddenly sit up)
Cat silhouette: (stops crunching, stares...)
Me: (throws pillow, missing cat silhouette)
Cat silhouette: (runs down near foot of bed)
Me: (Sees cat silhouette #2, but thinks it's cat silhouette #1, throws shoe at #2)
Cat silhouette #2: (Jumps apprehensively, as if to say 'hey! what did I do???')
Me: (realizes cat silhouette #1 is gone, turn over, close eyes)
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch...
Me: (sit up suddenly, toss pillow at cat silhouette)
Cat silhouette (runs to hide quickly under bed, whilst cat silhouette #2 looks on wondering if I'm about to throw a shoe at him again)
Me: (sees tail silhouette peeking out from under bed, holds it briefly, drags heavy cat silhouette out from under bed...EARL!!!)
Cat silhouette #2, Grimmy: (runs into master bathroom seeking safety)
Me: (tosses heavy Earl silouhette in close behind him and shuts door, gets in bed, closes eyes, can't sleep, realizes it's 5:30, posts experience on FB)
Good mornin'!

Tonight's Serenism is...Presidential!

Evy: Wow, we've lived in our place almost 6 years!
Penny: I remember when we moved here!
Mommy: Penny, you are 4, you were practically born here.
Seren: I remember when we moved here and I was born in the White House!
Mommy and Evy say: Seren...
Seren: Ok, not THE White House, but, remember the place that was white where we used to live before we moved here???

A date night picture story...

I'm on a date with my two older daughters, Evy, age 9, and Seren, age 6.  Both are trying to avoid the camera, then Evy gets brain freeze.  Seren wonders what her problem is, then starts shooting the frosty beverage at her.

Sunday's Serenism is brought to you by: Honesty, it's always the best policy.

We were driving in a parking lot when Penny pointed out a man and said: That looks just like Daddy!
Mommy: No, your Daddy is cuter.
Seren: No, he's not.
Mommy: No?  When I was a young girl, I thought my Daddy was the cutest man ever!
Seren: Well, our dad isn't cute because he burps and snores like a PIG!

I told Mike about this later and he informed me that there was a story behind this one.  He was burping the ABC's the other day and completely grossed Seren out so much she had to leave the room for fear she'd puke, lol!

Earl vs. Flypaper: Flypaper 1, Earl 0

When I got home, Mike told me about Earl's terrible day yesterday.  Apparently, when Mike saw Earl, Earl was running down the hallway, with the flypaper strip along his back, in the place where a skunk stripe would be.  Earl's tail was stuck to his head and Earl's cheek got stuck to his shoulder when he tried to take the tape off his back. 

Mike helped him out and took the flypaper off, but Earl was stuck with the residue until I got home.  I used my makeup remover to remove most of it and gave him a bath.  He feels better now, even though he still has small patches where it wouldn't come off (mostly where he wouldn't let me wash it off).  The poor lil guy was beginning to get depressed by the time I got home and helped him.  He'd been trying to remove the icky stuff all afternoon and pulled out a good amount of fur on his back legs.  I didn't notice until after I gave him a bath that his butt was almost bald! Lol

But, that was Earl's bad day, one where he was attacked by flypaper, sticky, then given a bath, and almost shaved (that did come up as an option if the bath didn't work, lol!). Poor Earl...

Yesterday's Serenism is brought to you by: Anger Management...

So, Seren, my 6 year old, screamed a tantrum at me when I told her 'no'.  I sent her to stand in the corner until she was done, then had her come over to me so we could talk about it.

Me: Seren, was screaming an appropriate response when I told you no?
Seren: No...
Me: What would have been an appropriate response?
Seren: To go ask Daddy.
Me: No, that is not an appropriate response.  Try again.
Seren: Ask you again?
Me: That would be appropriate, but what would be an appropriate response if I still said no?
Seren:  Ask Daddy, you know, if he's available...
Mommy (briefly lowers head in hands in exasperation and stifles a laugh at the same time): How about taking no for an answer, Seren?

On a side note:  We send the girls to stand in the corner so often when they are screaming that Xander automatically puts himself in the corner when he is crying and screaming :)

We are on a roll tonight!

Tonight's Penny thought is brought to you by: Sugar and spice and everything nice...

We were at the bakery section of Bel Air, choosing a goodie for the girls for being good this week. 
As we were considering the cakes in the refrigerator section, Penny pointed to a round cake positioned above all of the others and announced with a gasp of surprise for all in the store to hear: LOOK!  BUTT CAKE!!!

Mommy: BUNDT cake, Penny.  (Thinks to self, I'm so glad she no longer asks for arse cream).