I've been trying for a long time to help Ellie learn to say "mama," only to hear her valiant attempts come out as "bababa." The tides turned on Tuesday however, and she woke up saying "mama" as clearly as could be. It's the only real word she can say and she knows it. She is awfully proud of herself, and I'm sure you can imagine that her mother is even more so.
On another note, I taught early morning seminary for JaLayne this morning. It went well. It felt good to be back in the classroom again, bossing kids around and fueling my ego a bit. ;) I rewarded myself with donuts for breakfast afterward.
I ran into the bedroom to get BJ, and then upon BJ's command, up the stairs to get BJ's dad, Kim.
Next thing I know, Kim is walking out onto the back patio in his underwear with a garden hoe in his hand. He smacked that hoe right down onto the stupid rattlesnake's neck, and held it there. The snake's body contorted and twisted while it's ugly mouth hissed and reached for something to bite. Its rattle shook and its body flailed for quite sometime after its head was severed, and those violent fangs kept searching for something to bite into. Kim didn't quite get a clean cut with the garden hoe, so he used a kitchen knife to finish the job. Blood seeped all over the back patio.
Needless to say, I was literally awakened multiple times last night due to rattlesnake-related nightmares. I feel like I will forever remain in this fearful, jumpy state that currently possesses me.
Ugh. I LOATHE snakes- especially ones that are dangerous to me and my little family.
BJ had been getting chairs off the back patio in his bare feet literally ten minutes before this happened.
I lost my wallet yesterday, and was grateful and relieved to find it locked in a safe at the customer service counter at Trader Joe's. That would be reason #512 that I love that store.
Oh, and I just remembered, Ellie and I were nearly attacked by a mob of ducks at the park on Wednesday. But I'll have to tell you about that another time. Over and out!