It all started Wednesday evening. Robert was out playing poker. Jacoby was asleep - dreaming of sugarplums I'm sure - and I, as I have hundreds of times before, walked into the bathroom to take care of some business. And what to my trembling eyes should appear? But...
Yes, that is what you think it is. At first I couldn't figure out what in the world it could be, and to be honest with you, first thought Robert must have forgotten to flush -sorry honey :o) But after a second look and a very quick slam of the bathroom door, I realized that yes, that is in fact, a Toilet Squirrel.
I of course immediately called Robert, who so graciously waited to finish his hand of cards before heading home, and then my parents. After first suggesting that we flush it (thanks Dad) the three of us agreed that fishing it out would be the best solution. And since Robert is the man of the house, this fell under his jurisdiction as far as chores go. Just one more reason why I love being married to him.
After Googling “How’d a squirrel get in my toilet?” and discussing the matter with a Home Depot housewares associate, we finally concurred that Toilet Squirrel had entered through an uncovered plumbing vent on the roof, found his way into a pipe and somehow made it through the closet bend and the S-trap. We think. Kind of like Santa Claus – no one actually saw it.
So anyway, back to why you all really read our blog, Jacoby had a fabulous first New Year's Eve. He partied with the best of 'em. I'm a sucker for any item on an end-cap at the grocery store and just so happend to see noisemakers at Publix. Totally worth the 99 cents!
Check out the slideshow of his New Year's Eve antics at:
http://s618.photobucket.com/albums/tt261/we3taylors/NewYearsEve/albumview=slideshow
The next day we had the best of intentions to go walking on Paines Prairie to check out the migrating sandhill cranes, but much like Christmas Day, it was pouring down rain. So instead we had sticky buns and mimosas (none for Jacoby) for breakfast and while Robert headed off to watch Bobby Bowden coach his final game for Florida State, I had a playdate with the other mamas.
We were sitting around chatting about upcoming first birthday parties - Does anyone plan on having a theme party? What will we serve guests? Will having red dye #5 in the icing end up keeping them out of Harvard? When Jennie walked over to the babies and poured an obscene amount of cheerios into the back of a train and we sat back and watched the following unfold...
...and there you have it. Straight from the mouths of babes. They don't want pony rides or bounce houses or even a petting zoo. All you need for a successful 1st birthday party is a giant box of Cheerios.
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