Bambi Makes a New Friend

Guess who came to visit again???  Well, I guess I gave it away in the post title.  But our orphaned deer friend stopped by our home and invited him/herself into our back yard. 

Since I don’t the know gender of our little fawn I think I’ll just refer to him/her as Bambi.

Hope did offer little Bambi a little fresh grass but wisely he kept his distance a little bit from us today.

Please don’t call Animal Control on us, as we didn’t try to make contact this time, other than Hope’s first grass offering.  Just mainly stood around the yard and quietly took pictures as our deer friend visited.  He stayed for over an hour.

 

Even Hope’s bouncing around didn’t scare Bambi off.

I think he was too intrigued by his new friend.

I don’t imagine too many cats are dumb enough to let a deer get this close.

But Pumpkin the Ninja Cat isn’t the brightest cat.

Bambi appeared very curious, and I believe wanted to make a new acquaintance.

And so I watched for a good 20 minutes of nose touching, then bounding off; followed by sneaking back up on each other.

In nearly all corners of our yard.

Sometimes Bambi would be more interested in lunch.

And when Bambi lost interest and started eating our weeds again, Pumpkin would wait  patiently.

And before you knew it Bambi would be curious again.

So Pumpkin gave Bambi a tour of our backyard.

 

He even took the little Prince/Princess under the trampoline.

And introduced him to even more native terrain.  Yum, Fresh Spring Grass.

I think Bambi appreciated the kindness of our silly Pumpkin.

And, I think, Pumpkin appreciated the nuzzle in return.

So this post is dedicated to my little Arizona nieces who are just as enthralled with Bambi as I am.

Now I’m back to the de-hoarding – But Bambi’s visit was just the rejuvenation I needed to have a wonderful day.  Guess what another room DONE!  I promise to post pictures soon.

When I Grow Up???

Well, the truth is, I never want to grow up.  However I have a potential hobby lined up for when I retire.  Who am I kidding, I can’t retire.  But, in the far future, when I’m an empty nester I would love to work for the fairies, answering their mail.  I had a sneak peak of what that future may look like.

So I’ve been keeping a close eye on the fairy door I installed at the park.  It’s been getting lot’s of love.  The Fairies I INSANELY sent out a little note to some of my local friends stating that if their wee ones left notes for the fairies that maybe, just maybe, they might respond today.  You know a one week only gig.  Then every night we stole back to the park and found treasure.

Where do they come up with these questions?

 

And the darling pictures had me grinning from ear to ear.

Even my girls left messages.  Here’s Princess who worked especially hard to make a note that would be easy for the fairies to read. 

 

Turns out I the fairies responded to all the darling queries left behind the door (Hope I found all the notes).  I think the wee people let the midnight oil burn, as they got so involved in communing with the imaginations of children.

Then bright and early this morning Prince Erik with his trusty screw-driving strong arm (as the door had a couple of pulled out screws), accompanied me back to the park.  Once again he made the little door sturdy.  Thanks Big Guy.

Then I set about making some fairy home improvements, because inside this big girl body is a little girls imagination.  Prince Erik waited patiently while I played.  I cannot tell you whether or not he rolled his eyes while I babbled on though.  Super Big Thanks Sweetie.

What fairy home is complete without a moss carpet.  And look at the sweet treasure some little hand painted and left as a gift.  The rock is a perfect resting place for the weary fairy stopping in to take a break.  Then I sprinkled some Pixie Dust and inserted the fairies responses.

You can definitely tell that the fairies visited.

Hope the kids like it.  I swear I had more fun than they did.  And poor Prince Erik had to hear me go on and on about how I want to do this when I retire.

Now, it’s back to earth and laundry for me.

Bats in the Attic?

Pray the answer is no, because if there are, Evo-man just created an opening for them right into his room.

Curiosity Killed the Cat, does that sound familiar? Well in my case curiosity is bringing down walls, or ceilings, and who knows what else. Yesterday was my boy’s last day of school before a whole week of Mid-Winter Break. So the magic question has to be… Will Fawndear think of a bunch of fun, non-destructive, get your brain in gear activities; while still staying cheap so she can keep her kids from getting too curious? Or, will the home need to be leveled because it was deemed a hazard?

Last Night was not a good start. Evo-man had one of his best friends JD over and since they couldn’t plug in to Rock Band they decided to do a little light-saber fighting, then they took the fun upstairs to Evo-man’s room and darn-it if that dreaded silence didn’t happen. Then I heard a couple of little thumps...

‘Hey, no banging things around up there. Okay you guys?’ I hollered from the kitchen, which happens to be right under the boy’s room.

‘Okay, mom,’

Then a loud Crash shook my already vibrated too much walls.

‘Mom’

‘What happened?’

‘You might want to come upstairs.’

‘I don’t want to.’ (Now you know where my kids learned that phrase)

‘But, there’s this big mess, mom.’

‘What’d ya break?’

‘I think you need to see it, Mom.’

‘Just tell me what happened.’

‘Well we were juggling some tennis rackets and they hit the ceiling and knocked it down.’

I know it sounds dramatic, but from the kitchen I’d already worked out what was damaged and somehow, I already knew that this was their cover story. Juggling Tennis Racket's my eye. Am I good or what. I knew that there was probably, most likely drywall all over the boys floor, but not from the ceiling itself, but from the crawlspace opening to the attic. Evo-man has been messing with it for years. And this time he had a friend who wanted to discover what was up there too.

‘Don’t buy the juggling part dear,’

‘Are you coming up?’

‘Nope, I’ll wait until dad get’s back, and let him look at it.’ This is not a threat by the way; I was cleaning up after dinner and didn’t feel like interrupting one clean-up to go take care of yet another mess.

‘How bout you just close the door, turn off the lights and leave the room for now.’ By this time all the other kids were upstairs looking at the damage. They slowly tromped back downstairs and moodily sat in the back boy’s room.

Dad didn’t handle the mess as well as I did, but to his credit he didn’t lose it either.

Yet, another picture for my future See-What-You-Did Album.

He knows it could have been worse and that the repair will be added to his already way to long honey-do list; which by the way, has to be at least one or two years long.

Good thing the inspection is over because I think I’ll just duct tape the hole for now. My, won’t that look grand.

If you have any, send me your ideas for keeping teenage boys productively (not destructively)engaged, without sending them outside in the rain for a week. Cross your fingers for me.