When You Can't Come To Easter... Part I Baby Sitting

Easter comes to you.

Easter weekend, I had agreed to watch my great-niece Amira so that her Mom could work. The Pools decided that they were coming up. Well the Thursday before Easter I left work early with nausea, fever and chills. I called Lena and The Pools and let them know that I was sick and probably contagious as well. Lena didn't have anyone else to watch the baby, so Bobby said he thought he could manage.

So he picked the baby up Friday. Lena had packed one bottle, some formula, a container with powder and diapers. Bobby came and got me after he'd had the baby for about four hours and said she was crying. I picked her up and she had on a 20 lb diaper. So I recommended that he change. He he would change it if it was a pee diaper, but if it was poop, I was going to have to do it. So he got her diaper changed. She was still crying, so he tried to fix her a bottle. She still continued to cry so he came and asked me what was wrong. We finally figured out that he'd made the bottle with the powder in the container which was CEREAL instead of formula so nothing was coming out of the bottle no matter how hard she sucked on it. Poor baby!!!

I didn't know that, so I told him to get a fork or knife and try to open up the hole in the nipple a little bit. Well when he did that, the nipple split and all the contents came spilling out. I told him we HAD to go to the store and get a new bottle. He wasn't comfortable taking a baby to Walmart, and I was still sick, but I ended up going. That night the baby and I went to bed at 8pm and Bob crawled in with us. She slept between us snug as a bug in a rug. I told Bob that we are out of practice!!!

Ugly Cat aka Butcher Knives and Lanterns

So last week before Memaw got sick, the girls we are a baseball game with my neighbors, and Frank and Bob were not home yet. So oddly enough, I had the house to myself. I walk into the master bathroom at the end of the trailer house, and I hear an awful racket. I listen closely and it appears to be coming from UNDER the trailer house. I "follow" the sound of running and crashing and it moves from under my whirlpool bath, under the cabinet....over by the shower. When we first moved in, we'd had a disconnected floor vent under the trailer, and a cat had climbed into the floor vents and "popped" the vent out of the floor i nthe middle of the night and came into the house. So I opened the vent and looked around, but couldn't see anything.

So of course, I "had" to know what was under there. So on that end of the trailer, the trailer sits close to the ground. The only way I can see under is to remove a piece of the trailer skirt and lay flat on the ground. Under the trailer there is a liner that protects the bottom of the trailer. It's drooping down on that end, and sure enough I can see something moving around inside the liner and it looks BIG.

I decide that I have to find out what it is. I'm thinking possum, racoon, large rabid rats. So I go back into the house and come back out with a butcher knife and a lantern (cause my kids always lose every flashlight we buy). I stretch out on the ground flat on my belly, set the lantern down and use the knife to cut a hole in the lining. Whatever it was...it got realllllly still. And the WHAM, it charges towards the hole that I had cut.

Now I am lying flat on my stomach on the ground and its hard to run from that position, but I do still have the knife in my hand. About the time I'm poised to run, I see a tiny nose and whiskers peek out of the hole.

Awwwww....Momma Cat's missing kittens!!!! Then of course I had to lure them out. So I go back inside and this time I come out with a weiner!! I stretch back out on the ground and home the weiner up to the hole in the liner under the trailer. I lure two of them out. Two of the ugliest cats that I have ever seen!!! We are gonna have to get Momma Cat fixed because she makes ugly babies.

The boy kitten is black and orange brindled...and then it looks like he was slapped around a bit with a white paint brush. Poor thing. I let the kids play with them a bit when they got home then slipped them back under the trailer.

I wonder if my neighbors watch me and laugh at me!!!