More cheese please!

No, I'm not a dairy fanatic. I'm simply reading the mind of what I assume our newest house guest is thinking. Yep. We got ourselves a little field mouse. Somewhere. I know, it absolutely GROSSES me out every time I think about it. I do think we have it trapped, though. Saw Hayden a couple of weeks ago running from one side of the hutch to the other and "playing" with something behind it. Being the brave soul I was, I moved the hutch away from the wall a bit, and lo and behold, our own Stuart Little darted towards the bathroom, then the closet, then the office, and then I have no idea. By this time Cameron was so embarrassed of my squealing and I'm sure the neighbors were wondering what the hell was going on over here at 7:30 in the morning, so I talked myself into believing that he just ran out the front door that I had open. Mmmhmmm. Right. Fast forward to Tuesday night. I walk into the kitchen, see something out of the corner of my eye and turned as "it" was bolting for the stove. Cue the sissy screams, and the stereotypical jumping on the chair. Bryan grabs a broom, swishes it out and then it runs for the dishwasher. Great. Cam has since grabbed his own chair. Bryan pulls the dishwasher out and we see a hole in the drywall. Double great. He's sticking the broom handle in the hole, pounding on the wall, banging on the cabinets, nothing. Cam asks him whether there was a "more scientific way of doing this?" Bryan responds that if he has any bright ideas, he's all ears. Nothing. So Cam and I are ordered to a stakeout while Bryan runs to the store for some traps. I get off the chair long enough to hit the bathroom - Cam said he could handle things for me while I was gone - but other than that, we are both still standing there and watching for that little you-know-what to join us. Meanwhile, Hayden saunters in from outside and we inform him he's fired. It is now two days later, and we've put out more cheese than we did at our Superbowl party. That damn thing kept getting the cheese off of there! So we know it's still in the wall and that it's coming out to party. Took the advice of our neighbors and put peanut butter on the trap instead. This way it will take a little more "work" and hopefully set off the trap. Bryan will be mousetrap shopping tomorrow if I don't hear a snap tonight.

Well I definitely scored some big time brownie points by finding that skateboarding facility/lessons. Cam is in heaven. He had a 1/2 day of school today, so he did a double lesson. Loved it. He's going again on Friday and Bryan signed him up for 3 weeks of summer camp. They'll be able to do more than just skateboard all day, although that would be JUST fine with Cameron. They have in-ground trampolines with wakeboard handles hooked up to practice flips n stuff, an indoor pool and a few other activities. He's pretty pumped!

In case any of you are looking for a TV show to watch, purely for entertainment, I highly recommend tuning into CMT for My Big Redneck Wedding. Unbelievable. You have to see it to believe it. One bride couldn't find her teeth on her wedding day. No worries. Future mom-in-law offered up hers. Camouflage wedding dresses. Flower arrangements in Budweiser cans. Wedding gifts to each other that include pink rifles, a butchering kit, and a snowman from one of those quarter "claw" machines. Classy.