Monday, September 28, 2009

Consequences for Spontaneity

My poor kiddos want a pet. They've been wanting a pet for a long time. I referred to this in my last post before my blogging sabbatical. My sweet kiddos never beg or even ask. They completely understand my stance on the topic. One day the girls asked about hamsters. I considered it and thought it might be a good compromise. I told them when Phil got home from work we'd discuss it. Phil and I went for a walk around the neighborhood (yes, Addy is now old enough for us to do that. Awesome), and we decided it wasn't a bad idea. No research. Nothing. The kids were so excited and we were so excited to make them happy. We told them that they could each get one but they all needed to be female. Nope, I don't want a hamster farm.So, the next day we made the trek to a local pet store and all three Beekers picked out 3 Beekers of their own. The pet store assured us that the three hamsters were all female, but said they could not assure us that they weren't already pregnant. They told us we could return the babies when they were done nursing and that sounded reasonable to me. Off we went.

Less than two weeks later, one hamster gave birth to six babies and promptly ate 3 of them.
This was NOT something we were prepared for. A few days later another hamster gave birth to six babies. None were consumed, thankfully, but one of the mothers was viciously attacked by the only mother who didn't have babies, leaving a gaping wound. The blood bath was also something we didn't expect. We upgraded to two cages since we were told the fighting and consuming babies was a space issue. We weren't sure if any of our 12 hamsters would make it
through the night. The next morning everyone was alive and well and all nine babies have made it thus far. Last weekend we returned the three babies from the first litter, leaving us with just one more week with the other six infants. Addy, in particular, has grown very attached to the rodents. I can't bring myself to touch them. What I've learned through this is that I
hate hamsters and that maybe a dog isn't such a bad idea. We are currently in the preliminary
miniature poodle research stages.

This is day 1 with Aggie, Sophia, and Rachel.

This was D-day. We were prepared to take all nine babies back to the pet store. Unfortunately, only 3 were old enough, so we're prolonging the process.


We are starting to get back into the swing of things here. School started for us last week and I'm working less, so maybe I'll have time for this blog. Now for your story...

Stupid has been a bad word in our house for a very long time. Recently, the kids asked us why it's a bad word. We decided to give them the freedom to use the word appropriately in hopes that they would use good judgment. Many conversations have ensued. Can we say bugs are stupid? Can we say that color is stupid. We told them they just can't call people stupid and if we find they are using the word too prolifically the privilege will be taken away. After telling them they couldn't call people stupid, they asked if they could call the devil stupid. sigh...yes, I guess.

Changing topics a bit, but it's really part of the story...Henry likes to spell things. He can't spell at all and doesn't know very many of his letters yet. Up until recently, he didn't have much interest. His spelling interest started with a quote from Toy Story - where Woody says to Buzz Lightyear, "You are a TOY. T-O-Y, toy!" Henry spells everything T-O-Y. "That is disgusting; T-O-Y, disgusting. " Then he realized that disgusting doesn't start with a T, so he started spelling disgusting D-O-Y.

Saturday night Henry was taking a bath with his Army Men. Yup, you read that right. After he was done, he came downstairs and said, "Mommy, the devil is H-E-N-R 9-1-1 stupid. STUPID. The stupidest girl I ever seen." Yes, you read that last little grammar bit right, too. He's my shining star.
Yes, this photo is two steps worse than terrible. I recently got a point and shoot camera so I could start getting more snapshots of the kids without having to lug my big camera around. This is one of the first shots I got with my camera - gotta love the wide angle effect. This photo may make me ditch my SLR.

Here's hoping this blog stays more up to date.