March 4, 2011

  • Mouse

    It's always interesting to me to see out of all the things Grammy and Grampy have to play with what one toy will make THEE impression to last the entire visit however long it is. There is always something. This newly designated treasure is unlike any other toy in that it becomes the main theme/character for any other game that is played, make believe or real. It gets special privileges in bed, at breakfast, and in all reality becomes a part of the family as I spend more time making sure I know "its" whereabouts and safety more than my own kids!!!

    This past trip it was... Mouse. A small disgusting in feel and texture and even real looking from a short distance, rubber, who know's what that stuff is inside, toy mouse. Hence the name Mouse.

    I even got to hear of the "fall" that took place outside on the snowmobile with Grampy.

    "We fell off the snowmobile Mom!!!"

    "You DID!" "And did you freak out?!" (the thought of my poor Dad out there with 2 out of control screaming Ockrin's because something didn't go as planned, let's just say they aren't the most flexible of beings, had me wishing I had been out there just to help manage the chaos.)

    "No!" "Grampy turned around, came up to us, and said 'Quick get back on little mice!' "

    Of course.

    So with that in mind it was no surprise as to why Grammy sent the package of our forgotten mittens along with a certain someone hiding inside!

    Imagine, if you can, the joy, shear excitement and ear piercing screams that took a good few solid minutes of Gabe and I to settle down. Okay, we knew he was in there after I opened it up earlier expecting nothing other than....mittens, and so may have added to the scream factor. Gaaaabe!

    This is now what keeps Asher laughing up the whazoo and me catching my breath every now and then when I forget this certain someone now resides here as just a toy...

    I absolutely love it.
    And I love this fun and special boy!