This one is going to be long
Since something that I need for work is broken, I thought I could write an update. And give you a photo of Ada blowing bubbles. I’ll make one confession from the start, I am reviewing my Twitter/Facebook updates for this. Nice notes for writing things out more.
Twitter Update: Hamster Baby II is exploring the kitchen! Ada looked at him and said, “He’s more big.”
Unabridged Update: Hamster Baby was only with us for a week. According to his wheel-running frequency, he was fine on Wednesday night. Ada and I performed our newly acquired ritual of talking to HB before she goes to bed on Thursday evening, except this time he’s asleep in his bunker he made in the top portion of the cage. I tell Ada that he’s sleeping and that we should leave him alone. Thursday night I noticed that I didn’t hear him running in his wheel. Friday morning, I say “Hi” to him while getting the kids up. He’s still asleep in his bunker. I tell him that he’s going to have to get up so I can clean his cage. After Mac leaves with the kids, I take the cage into the kitchen, telling HB how he really is a phenomenal sleeper. Then I tap on the bunker. And again. Then I peer closely and tap again, and say, “You are too good of a sleeper for a small hammie. Actually, you don’t look like you are moving at all.” I gathered all my bravery to pick him up, and then left it at the cage as I walked away to get a Q-Tip. When I got back, I gave him a good poke. Yup. Dead. Probably dead since Thursday.
We decided to replace him with another hamster before Ada noticed. I don’t think she would have been psychologically devastated if I told her he was dead. I just didn’t think she would comprehend it at all. She was pre-occupied with something else, and didn’t notice that the hamster cage was empty for most of the afternoon. Mac snuck in with another one–one that was a couple of months old instead of a few weeks old, so it is bigger. Ada looked at him and immediately said, “He’s more big.” I politicianed my way out of that statement by telling her that just like she has been getting bigger as she gets older, baby hamsters get bigger as they get older. Technically, I did not lie. Then Mac walked in and she told him that he was getting big, and Mac says, “It is because he ate too much food.”
Lesson Learned: Get all aspects of our story straight in case we end up with Hamster Baby III.
Related Tweet: Ada is sitting by hammie’s cage talking to him about all the things that eat oatmeal. Hamster Baby is trying to sleep through it.
Twitter Update: I just dropped Ada off at her first slumber party!
Unabridged Update: Ada has recently hit another milestone: She completely understands what birthdays are, and she thinks every celebration is for her. She has been constantly asking about her birthday. On the day of HB’s untimely passing, she didn’t notice the empty cage because I was busy getting her ready for her first slumber party. She had her backpack with her sleeping bag rolled up in it, a bag with change of clothes, a pillow, one cuddly and she was wearing her pjs. The only issue we had is that she was convinced that this was a party for her. We explained that while it was a party, it wasn’t her party. That didn’t stop her from running into the room when we got there and exclaiming, “I’m here!” That has to come from her Wisler genes.
Twitter Update: Clean refrigerator joy! I took the insides out for a soap & water scrubbing.
Unabridged Update: My fridge is organized and clean and wonderful, even with the broken handle which I don’t think the warranty-covered repairman is going to fix. It sucks, but we can’t just call and order a replacement part. They have to send a service technician to our house, he fills out a form, we get the part in the mail. That is how it worked with our broken crisper drawer. It took so long to get through that process that we had even forgotten about the replacement crisper part by the time it arrived. Anyhow, my clean refrigerator included the outside, which I wiped down and polished. I walked into the kitchen after having just cleaned the outside just in time to see Jay’s dinner and milk sliding down the front of it. It is amazing since I’ve had Jay how many times I have uttered the phrase, “How did food get clear over here?” *sigh*
Related Tweet: The kids are helping themselves to the dried fruit container. At least they aren’t fighting, and thankfully I have a Roomba.
Twitter Update: New Rock Band Challenge: medium, in lefty mode, while Jay un-rhythmically plays the pause button on other other guitar.
Unabridged Update: I started playing a tiny bit of RockBand the last few days. The guitars have been retired for quite some time. I was doing one of the harder songs on hard, and I decided that I needed to do it in Practice mode where I can slow the tempo. Then I thought it would be fun to try a song using lefty mode. There is no way I could do my hard song, so I picked an easier one and set the mode to Medium. That’s when Jay figured out how to turn on the other guitar and decided to mash on the pause button. Geez. It really needs to be in there after Expert mode. I also skimmed through the song list. It has been a long time, so I was delighted to find a few new ones, including Old 97′s Timebomb. Well, I was delighted until I played it. It is a live version. Studio version is about 1-gazillion times better. Why did they do that?
I’m starting to get sleepy, so proof-reading this won’t happen until tomorrow. Or never.
Wow… looks like she has two faces. In one.