The Good: I managed to get the living room and dining room vacuumed before “the bad.”
The Bad: The vacuum cleaner starting making a sad, dying “wuuuuurble, wuuuurble” noise when I started on Poppy’s room.
The Ugly: There’s a mouse in the house. Which probably means there are mice in the house. I’m not sure yet what I’m going to do about that. I’d like to be humane about it, but I’d also like them not to come back in the apartment. It’s a quandary.
I’ve been thoroughly enjoying the monkey saga going on in our former hometown. And apparently, I’m not the only one who’s taken notice of this Very Exciting Story.
We had a little dinner-time mystery over here last week, when the one piece of broccoli on Poppy’s plate disappeared. Rockford and I had been talking over dinner and not really watching Poppy’s mastication all that closely. When it was time to clear the dishes, I noticed a suspicious absence of green on her plate. Usually, this means that the offending vegetable has been tossed to the ground or tucked next to Poppy in her seat. When the broccoli search party turned up nothing, though, we had to assume that she had eaten it.
Despite the Case of the Disappearing Broccoli, we’re still fighting the food wars. So I was interested to read today that Poppy’s aversion to new foods might not be my fault. According to The New York Times, it’s genetic! Which means it is my fault, but only sort of! Hooray for passing the buck!