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Friday, October 24, 2008

My Four Legged Children

Last night as I was reading blogs, I heard a bunch of yelps and meows. Alarmed I sat up and looked around me. It was our younger cat (Mouser 2). She was having a nightmare. Since my cats snore and from time to time even fart, I'm not sure why I was so surprised by this. Other people always seem surprised by the former which surprises me because they have a nasal cavity and GI track too. Then again, as a kid I was always impressed that they had belly buttons.

Mouser 2 looked startled for a moment and then got up to reposition herself to fall back into a nice deep sleep. Within moments she was dreaming peacefully. It was just as well because I needed to call my mom. When I was on the phone with her I heard those horribly retching sound. Let me back up and say that earlier in the day, the boys had gone over to Sally HP's house. She made them homemade playdough which they loved. In fact, she even has the recipe up on her blog. They happily took the playdough home with them where the played with it for a long time with occasionally reminders from me not to eat it. I totally remember do that as a kid!

Do you know where this is going? As I heard the noise, I had a vague recollection of my older son (OS) exclaiming that the dog was eating the playdough. I assumed that he meant that the dog was licking small crumbs of playdough off the floor like he does every once in a while. It's like he forgets that he doesn't like it so he needs to try it every so often to remind himself much like me and Twizzlers.

I looked over and there was a pile of vomit. In the center was a huge chunk of playdough. In case you're wondering, the food coloring all moves to the center and pools. Nice, huh? I quickly got off the phone and grabbed a bunch of paper towels and then began what I think should be a new sport in the Olympics: chasing vomited up playdough across the floor. The thing was slimly and I just couldn't grasp it. This was particularly challenging because the longer this went on, the closer I was becomming to contributing to this pile.

Finally everything was under control. The boys went to bed and only woke up once at 2 am when for YS was cold and cried out and thus woke his brother who also cried. For reasons I don't understand, YS insists on taking off his PJ top at night. I remember OS going through this at the same age. The PJ top was re-instated and both boys were soothed back to sleep. I fell back asleep until about 3:30 when I heard the rush of water. I bleary looked around wondering which boy had turned on the sink so that I could yell at them to go back to bed quickly gently lead him back to bed. Did you look at Sally HP's recipe? It calls for a half cup of salt. All evening I had given the dog more and more water because he was so thirsty from the playdough. I kept on letting him out too. However, it finally caught up with him and our dog who never has accidents peed all over the bedroom floor. You want to know the worst part, after seeing him wag his tail, I turned over and went back to sleep.

A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: If it's not one thing, it's another; at some point you just have roll over and go back to sleep.

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