Big News…

Godzilla lives.

I was feeling pretty confident when our/my little brother’s box turtle survived the hot Texas summer…but I became worried when December came, and it was so very cold.  I had plans to move him to an indoor aquarium or Rubbermaid container (That’s legit.  Check out turtle care sites.), but it got too cold before I could put together a cat-proof box.

So it was either possible death by cold, or certain death by cat.

What we did was put lots and lots of dried leaves in Godzilla’s enclosure.  We added more before each cold snap.  He burrowed under the leaves and buried himself in the dirt just a bit for several weeks, emerging to eat when it warmed up.

I checked on him throughout the winter.  I was so preoccupied, in fact, that my sister encouraged me to give up my turtle checking for Lent since it seemed to take up so much of my time.

The problem with checking on Godzilla in the winter is that when he’s half buried in the dirt, he kind of looks dead.  It’s hard to tell.  But earlier this week, he was out and about.  I actually saw his face.  Hurrah!

More later…maybe with an update on the kids…


A Festivus…


We went to an event at saw Frosty today.

Also, I told the kids about Festivus. Festivus is tomorrow.

The P seemed really excited about the airing of grievances. I’m interested to know what he’s been holding back.

We will try to post about Festivus tomorrow.

Why you don’t remember carving a pumpkin with your parents.

Halloween was not very important to us when I was little.  I know I trick-or-treated several years.  I remember dressing as a southern belle and attending a fall festival.  One time I remember a pumpkin being in our kitchen one year and then on the porch after that, but I don’t really remember designing it or cutting it up.

Why is that?

Now I know.

When the P was four, he begged for a pumpkin to carve.  This seemed like a fun tradition, so I picked up a pumpkin and some free newspapers to cover the floor and I cut open this pumpkin.  I showed the P, “Look, pumpkin gunk.  Help me get it out.”

He touched it once, shuttered, and never looked back.

I gutted and carved that whole pumpkin all by myself.  It was a shame.

The next year, we skipped it.  No one noticed.

This year, the P asked again if we could please get a pumpkin.  I said okay because he’s older now, right?  He can help a little.

The gunk still made him shutter, he’s still not old enough to handle the carving knife, and he can read now, so the advertisements in the free newspapers are suddenly way inappropriate.

So, again, I carved this whole pumpkin by myself.  And I vowed, “I am not doing this again.”

I imagine that’s why I do not have memories of pumpkin carving, and that’s why my children will not have memories of pumpkin carving.  And I think that’s for the best.

If they ask next year, we are going to paint our pumpkins.  Everyone is old enough to paint.


Okay. This is weird.


Four people live in our house.

We have a lot more than four toothbrushes.

I was cleaning the bathroom, and I found three more elsewhere on the counter after I took the first picture.


Then, I was unpacking an overnight bag a few minutes later and found:


Two more.

In part, I know why this happens. We take The Princess to the dentist every three months. They always give her a new toothbrush. But because we buy her one every so often, too, and we rotate which one we use, they don’t wear out so fast.

Then, when we go to the store, the kids ask for stuff all the time. I say no, except to healthy choices, like fruit and toothbrushes. I figure, if they like their toothbrush choices, they will be more likely to like to brush their teeth. And toothbrushes are cheap. You can get a four pack for a dollar. Why say no to a toothbrush? I say no to cokes and candy.

It might be getting out of hand. I’m a little afraid something bad will happen to us, someone will come to clean out our house, and all they will say is, “They seemed so normal. Why were they hoarding all those toothbrushes?”

What’s the total count? I threw away every toothbrush that had the slightest sign of wear, and we still have 15.

I think that’s quite enough. Maybe I’ll try to divert the kids’ attention to floss next.

The Tomatoes Live

We have had 6 tomatoes so far. The Princess ate one and said, “I do not like these.” The P picked his and left them on the counter. I ended up eating all of them myself, which is fine considering I was the only one watering them.

But now, we are close to having three more tomatoes ready, and I have a new friend to share them:
Here’s Godzilla. He lives in our backyard.

Look to the left.

Look to the right.

Godzilla moved in on Saturday at 4:00. By 8am the next morning, I had found him on his back 4 times and 25% more of my hair has turned gray.

We are hoping the flipping ends soon. Sunday, he didn’t flip during the day, but he also didn’t eat or move. By the evening, he was eating, and I found him soaking this morning. That’s good, I suppose.

If any turtle lovers find this blog and have any suggestions, please share.