Lucy v. Life: Kitchenaid box

I'll have to post her "nest" also.  That will come at a later date.

But what I'm sharing now is Lucy digging her squeaky toy out of a Kitchenaid box.  She tried jumping in once.  Only once.  The box tipped over and she was forever freaked out by it. 

So she does this instead.

Enjoy. 

Lucy: 1 v. Life: 0

Stacey v. Life: I love you

This will be brief, but I wanted to get this in writing so I never forget.

One time I was baby-sitting my nieces.  We had a fun evening of dinner and crafts.  It was time to wind down with a movie.  I'm sitting on the floor while older niece, M, eagerly awaits the start time of Despicable Me.  She just looks at me and says, "Titi Stacey?  I love you."  Then my heart melted.  I said, "I love you, too, M!"

Another time I was baby-sitting my nieces.  It was nice, so we were doing craft time outside on the back patio.  I was carrying the folding table back into the house and little niece, L, was right behind me.  In the garage, right before we go into the house, she says, "Titi Stacey?  I love you."  Then my heart melted again.  I said, "I love you, too, L!"

Don't worry, I remember when Husband said it, too ;)  Instead of a heart-melt, it took my breath away.

Stacey: 1 v. Life: 0

Stacey vs. Puggle: Pajamas

I think puggles are gross, gross creatures.  Thanks to my friend's gross, gross puggle.  Sorry, buddy, you ruined it for all your puggle cousins.

Three years ago he was parading around a cabin with a used tampon, the string happily hanging out of his mouth.  Just hanging on to it.  Not eating.  Just snacking.  I'll give you one guess to whom the tampon belonged. 

Every time this dog comes to my house, I have a new pair of crotchless underwear.  I don't know how or when he does it.  He's a sneaky bastard.

This is his greatest Houdini yet.

Last night I'm wearing one of my favorite pair of pajama pants.  Light, comfy, worn in.  There was one tiny little hole in the crotch.  About the size of a pencil eraser.  Something I was planning on sewing up for a while now.  I put my old faithfuls on last night after a nice hot shower.  I continue with my night of grand plans to sleep a cozy sleep.

We are dog-sitting this gross little creature.  Now, let me just say, when he isn't being disgusting, he is quite cute and snuggly.  I call him my little snuggle puggle.  D'awe.  So last night, I let Lucy under the "bankies" because the poor freeze baby was cold.  She sleeps under the blankies with me every night.  I know the puggle does the same in his own home.  Our friend told us so and we think it's silly since Lucy does the same!  So I let the puggle crawl under the "bankies" as well.   We go to snooze town.  Or so I thought....

I wake up this morning to Husband wanting some "adult time."  I'm not going into too many details here, but Husband pretty much got to second base (maybe third?) and I still had on my pjs!  I thought it was very strange.  I asked him how he managed to do that.  He said there was just a giant slit in my pants.  Okay.  Fair enough.  I figure at some point this little hole just grew into something a little more annoying.

It is now close to midnight.  I go to check out this giant slit in my pajamas.  I pick them up and there is the biggest hole -- with teeth marks!!!! -- I have ever seen in a pair of my clothes!!!  Puggle.  Dammit.  He got to my pajamas!  (Good thing I have another pair of these!)  But when?!  When, my dearest snuggle puggle, did you try eating your way to China through my pants?!!

My theory?  He crawled under my blankies and curled up in a little triangle shape I made with my foot and knee put together.   And he went to town.  Don't ask how I didn't notice.  I am a very heavy sleeper.

You creepy little bastard. 

Stacey: 0 v. Puggle: 1