A lovely little present

The boys were playing nicely downstairs yesterday so I took the opportunity to do a bit of cleaning around the house. I went upstairs to tackle the bathrooms. I was just finishing up the mirror in our bathroom when I heard Jameson coming up the stairs saying, "I got sumfing for you mommy". I was on the phone with my sister at the time and I told her that I never liked it when I heard those words come out of his mouth... I met him at the stairs and he said, "Look mommy, I got sumfing for you. Look what I found". And he proudly held up a dead mouse. Yes, that's correct, a dead mouse. He was so proud as he was dangling it by its tail. I gasped and quickly yelled, "Put that down!!!". My sister is now somewhat confused since she could only hear my end of the story. Poor Jameson looked terror stricken. I didn't want to frighten him, I just didn't want him playing with a dead rodent. (ick, my skin is crawling right now.) I quickly tried to make it better and said, "It's OK honey, mommy just doesn't want you to play with that thing. You're OK, you did well. Thank you so much honey." Meanwhile, I'm almost gagging the whole time and practically hyperventilating. I have a fake smile plastered on my face and my voice easily went up an octave or two. He looked at me and smiled then said, "OK mommy". And off he went back to the basement, not knowing how disgusting this whole situation was.
I finally was able to tell my sister what happened. She found the whole thing rather hilarious. In fact, she admitted to tears of laughter.
I went downstairs and asked Jameson where he found the lovely "thing". I didn't want to put a name to it. He pointed to the middle of the floor and said, "Oh, I found the fing right there mommy". "It was just lying there?" "Oh, hehe, it was in my tool box." "In your tool box? Show me." So he took me over to this little tool box/step stool that they have. He said, "Mommy, the grey fing was in here." "Inside?" "Yeah, I'll show you." So he opened the box and showed me where he found it. I reluctantly looked around and saw no other evidence of the mouse. "Great honey, good job. Thanks sweetie." Fake smile, high pitched voice.
Now I had to go upstairs and deal with the mouse that was hastily dropped on my stair. I was a bit scared to look at it but it was obviously dead and stiff. In fact, he was kind of cute. But still, it was a mouse. I grabbed a plastic shopping bag but I really didn't want to feel the mouse. So I wrapped the bag around the mouse and was able to scoop it up without actually touching it. Then I deposited it in another bag for safe keeping, tied it tightly and threw it in the garbage. I'm so glad it's winter and won't rot before garbage day.
So, the moral of the story, whenever I hear the words, "Mommy, I found somefing......". RUN!!!!

So Weird

Jameson has a new fascination...with my breath. Yes, that's as gross as it sounds. I seriously cannot sneak even a single M & M or he smells it on my breath. This morning he came up to me, took a quick sniff and then asked what I had in my mouth. I explained that I had just eaten cereal for my breakfast. Then he said he wanted some. Sheesh.
Jameson took a while to get to sleep tonight and ended up calling me upstairs to clip his toenails (another new fascination). I leaned over to tuck him in when he sniffed my breath and asked what I was eating. I explained that I had just eaten my dinner, some bacon tender roast and grilled zucchini. "Mmmm, smells good mommy."
So weird.

School

This is crazy, Jameson had an interview for school on Saturday. Yes, that's correct, an interview. What is this world coming to when you have to interview to get into school? Well, truth be told, I love the school and hope he gets in. Not sure if he will, have to wait until after James and I have our interviews and then they make a decision. He's 3 and we're going through all of this? What's going to happen for college? Sheesh.
There were 14 kids who were in on the group "interview". They wanted to make sure that the kids who might be starting school in September were able to sit long enough and have an attention span long enough in order to succeed in school. All of the kids were brought into a common room and the parents were left to sit in the foyer and wait, for an hour and a half. (Seriously, as I type this I realize how ridiculous this all sounds but it's a great school!) James stayed home with Stellan so I had to meet people and talk to them or else I would have been bored out of my mind for an hour and a half. Thankfully I met some really nice people and we were able to bide our time during the interview. The kids came out en masse and one parent jokingly called out, "So, did you get in?". Funny but I'm sure he was serious to an extent. The kids were starving and all headed to the goody table. After 2 danishes Jameson was ready to head home. I asked him what they did during the interview and he didn't say much. He eventually told me that they listened to a story about a frog and a button. Another kid overheard him and said it was a toad, not a frog. So, does that slip mean he won't get in?!? hehe, oh well. I would love for him to go there in the fall but if it doesn't happen I won't be heart broken. Disappointed, a bit. Heartbroken, no way.

Trains

I'm a hero. I drove the trains today. They were Uncle John's trains but I got to drive (OK, control) them since he wasn't home. I'm sure that pushed me up a few notches with the boys. Granted, I managed to do something to the orange train and it stopped working. That will give Uncle John the chance to become the hero and fix it. Darn it, will that make me lose status again?