Snowtrill's Space

We are Moving!

Our new location is Snowtrill's Space 

All new posts will be at the new location and all content on this blog will be copied over to the new location.  This blog will be transitioned to a free blog and available to be read. 

My plan for the evening

Step 1 - Move table from living room into front room.
Step 2 - Move entertainment center over where table was to open space on the back wall.
Revised step 2 - Move Bear from where table was, bribery will probably be required.
Bribery worked.
Revised step 2 - Move pile of dog toys - toy box will be required.
Toy box found, toys moved.
Revised step 2 - Move tramps blanket from where table was, time check. Bear's bedtime in 40 minutes. 

Plan for evening will resume in 40 minutes.

Mom's Scritch Magic

Me: (Hears whispers in the living room)
Bear: I'm not asking, she just let us in.
Rommie: I asked last time.
Tramp: Bear you have to she already got me once today.
Rommie: Like he does much better, did you see what happened this afternoon? 
Bear: That's not fair! She has Scritch Magic! It makes me forget everything!
Tramp: I know!
Rommie: (Sighs) Bear! We need to go out! Just keep thinking OUT!
Bear: Ok, but she just let us in, I don't think this is going to work. 

Me: (Feels Bear bump my leg) Hey sweetie (Scritches between Bears eyes, behind his ears, all down his neck and shoulders.) Ok, go play now.
Bear: Thanks Mom! (Heads back to Tramp and Rommie)

Rommie: (Shaking her head) Bear! 
Bear: (Comes to a sudden stop) Uh oh
Tramp: I told you it wouldn't work.

Lady: Oh good grief, there is only one way to do this and none of you have figured it out. 
Rommie: Oh really? Why don't you show us.

Lady: (Walks over sits in a begging stance 3 feet in front of me and grunts in a very annoying way)
Me: Lady, Do you need out? 

Lady: Yes! (whispers to the other dogs) You can't let her touch you!

What is This Nap Word you Speak Of?

Me: (Trying out this nap concept with my nice warm fuzzy blanket on the couch, hears whispers)
Lady: Will you be quiet! You are going to wake her up!
Me: (Feels blanket around my feet move and small cold nose on the bottom of my feet.)
Tramp: (Slightly muffled) I found her feet!
Me: (Feels blanket around my hands being pulled away, large nose inspects both hands)
Bear: I found her hands!
Lady: Idiots! She's sleeping, not lost!
Tramp and Bear: Oh

Sounds of moving bodies for a couple of minutes, then more whispering

Bear: Lady, who is going to let us out if we need to go? 
Lady: Mom will when she wakes up.
Bear: But what if we need to go out before she wakes up?
Lady: She's probably not going to sleep for a long time, so just hold it.
Bear: But what if it is a long time?
Lady: It won't be so just hush.
Bear: How do you know? 
Lady: Because it's a nap and naps are short!
Bear: Who says naps are short?
Lady: Everyone! That's why it's a nap! 
Bear: Are you sure?
Lady: Really? Just hush 
Me: She's awake so it's not a problem, do you need to go out? 
Bear: Oh Hi Mom, nope, I was just wondering.

Orginally published September 23, 2012

Mom's Godiva

Me: (Scooping Godiva coffee into coffee press)
Bear: (Paws on counter next to me) Oh Mom, what is that? 
Me: Bear, if you even try to sneak some of my Godiva I will hurt you. 
Bear: (Drops off counter) Mother!
Tramp: Dude, she's serious.
Bear: Really?
Tramp: I tried it once, scariest thing ever!
Me: Really? 
Bear: (Eyes wide) What happened?
Tramp: I was only trying to smell the piece of candy.
Me: By stealing it out of my hand?
Tramp: She spanked me the worst ever!
Me: By bumping your nose?
Tramp: Then she picked me up by my tail!
Me: Carried you like normal?
Tramp: And threw me in my kennel.
Me: Put you down in front of it?
Tramp: She slammed the door shut!
Me: Latched the door closed?
Tramp: And left me there forever, I didn't think I was getting out again!
Me: About an hour?
Bear: (Whispers, eyes very wide) WOW! 
Tramp: (Nodding head) Yeah, just avoid Mom when she has Godiva.
Me: (Thinking for a second) That works.

Orginally published September 22, 2012

The Toy Stash

Me: (Standing in front of the dryer pulling toys out of the stash bag hanging over the dyer.)
Bear: (Running up to me, Tramp following close behind) Mother! What are you doing? 
Me: (Pulling tag and stickers off the toys) Taking all the stuff off the toys so they are safe for you guys. 
Bear: (Stands up with paws on dryer trying to reach toys in my hand) You always take so long to do that, you need to do that before!

Me: What if this is a before and I'm not going to give you these toys?
Bear: (Wilts into a sit) Mother, you wouldn't!
Me: (Holds up two toys) Bear the big one and Tramp the little one? 
Bear: No! I can hold both of those in my mouth I want both!
Tramp: sigh
Me: Bear, one or none.
Bear: Fine, the small one!
Tramp: This is gonna be fun.
Me: (Hands Bear the small one, reaches over to hand Tramp the big one)
Bear: (Accidentally drops the small one while reaching for the big one)
Tramp: (Grabs the small one as it hits the floor and runs out of the kitchen)
Bear: Mom! Tramp stole my toy! 
Me: And?

Orginally published September 17, 2012

Are These Supposed to Squeak?

Me: Bear, Don't make the cats squeak
Bear: Ok Mom
Me: Bear, Don't make the cats squeak
Bear: Ok Mom
Me: Bear, Don't make the cats squeak
Bear: Ok Mom
Me: Bear, Don't make the cats squeak
Bear: Ok Mom

Me: Bear, Don't make the cats squeak
Bear: Ok Mom
Me: Bear, Don't eat the cat
Bear: Ok Mom
Me: Thanks for switching it up Sweetie
Bear: No problem Mom

Originally Published September 15th

Culinary Expertise from Bear

Me: (Standing at refrigerator waiting for a mostly empty ice maker to spit out ice cubes.)
Bear: Mom hurry I want some ice.
Me: Bear, the bin is almost empty so it takes a little longer.
Bear: (Sitting beside me.) And whose brilliant idea was it to empty the bin in the first place? The ice tasted fine.
Me: Ah, culinary expertise from the smartass. (Drops an ice cube in Bears mouth) Here is your ice cube.
Bear: (Drops ice cube on the floor.) One? Are you serious?
Me: Yup, you only got that one because it dropped while you were talking.
Bear: Fine (Hits ice cube with his paw, it shoots towards the kitchen door)
Tramp and Lady: (Leave the kitchen)
Me: (Grabs kitchen counter)
Bear: (Catches up with ice cube, hits it again and sends it flying past me. Bear follows in hot pursuit, he notices my leg about a foot out and tries to skid to a stop.)
Me: (Standing as close to the counter as possible, hanging on as Bear crashes)
Bear: Mother! You are in the way.
Me: Of course
Bear: Wait, my ice cube is gone. Mom I need another one! (Sits his pretty sit.) Please?????

Orginally published September 13, 2012

Toy Boxes!

Me: (Hears plastic object being moved down hallway) Bear, leave your toy box in your room.
Bear: Ok Mom (Starts sliding toy box again, comes into living room and drops toy box)
Me: Pretty sure I'm not sitting in your room baby Bear
Bear: (Looks at me, tilts his head) No you aren't
Me: Then explain why I can see your toy box.
Bear: Oh, that (Plops down behind toy box)
Me: (Hears Bear start chewing on toy box) Bear! Do NOT chew on your toy box and take it back to your room!
Bear: What toy box?

Orginally published September 5th 2012