M-ice Capades

I am petrified of mice. And rats. I don't really like animals in general but rodents in particular scare me. A lot.
About 5 years ago, I opened up the door to the garage and saw a mouse scurry across the floor. I screamed, slammed the door and burst into tears. I was inconsolable and frozen with fear. I called Jesse and couldn't stop crying enough to talk. He hung up and left work to rush home, fearing a tragedy had struck. I was so hysterical he didn't know if he'd come home to a crime scene! I also called my friend (and up the street neighbor) Kristi and couldn't communicate with her either. She rushed right over. They arrived to find me, crumpled up and sobbing. Needless to say, they were a little irritated that a mouse was the cause of my undoing.

Fast forward to this week. I get my kiddos in the car to head out to get them a promised ice cream treat. I drive several miles along Highway 202-going around 50mph. I stop in the turn lane, about to take a left when....A MOUSE POPPED OUT OF THE HOOD OF MY CAR, scurried up the windshield, sat in front of me and just looked at me. AAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
My blood ran cold. I was frozen in fear. I screamed and shivered. Could it somehow get in my car and "get me"? If this was a super power rodent, able to withstand car engines and high speeds, surely a piece of glass couldn't protect me! I turned on the wind shield wipers and made a quick left turn. It calmly walked to the edge of my windshield and then...vanished. I was horrified. "Did that seriously just happen?" I thought. What if it is just hanging on my door, waiting for me to open the door and then POUNCE on me?
It wasn't. I don't know where it went. I don't know why that happened. I have not gleaned any spiritual truths or come to understand the mice world better.

But I know this for sure: mice=2, Angie=0

YUCK!!!!!!!!!

Bad Pregnancy Cravings

I had to have it. I absolutely had to have it! It was only 9am but if I didn't get a 1/2 Coke, 1/2 Diet Coke from a soda fountain I thought I would die. I had just dropped off my two oldest boys at school when the craving hit me like a ton of bricks. "Get a COKE!". I tried to fight it off with logic. I don't even like soda! It's too early. I'll have to walk in to a store and make this fountain drink, with Lucas. Too much of a hassle. Did I mention I don't even LIKE soda?!?!

I pulled into a gas station. I looked through the windows and spotted a soda fountain machine. Perfect! I parked and hurried inside, walking with purpose to the machine. I grabbed the enormous 44 oz. cup and filled it up, alternating between Diet and Regular. I'm pretty sure I got more Diet though. I paid for my prize while Lucas screamed for a sip. But I didn't share. Coke is bad. Plus, he can't figure out straws.

I drank it. Almost all of it! It was awesome! I LOVE Coke. Coke isn't bad, it's GOOD!

But now, I want Cheetos and watermelon....

A Week in the Life (and laughs) of the Winkler Boys

My boys are awesome and I love being their mom. They are hilarious-usually without meaning to be. Here is a glimpse into the past week and some of the antics of my precious boys.....


A Face Only a Mother Could Love
"Hey boys", I yelled, "Come see a picture of the new baby!" Excitedly, they ran into the office and stared at the ultrasound picture I was holding. Puzzled, Knox looked up at me. "Baby? it looks like a toilet seat to me."

The Downside to Being Prince Charming
"Mom, I was loving at school today!" Caleb proudly announced. "Really, how?" I inquired. "Brooke's necklace broke and I found the princess thing for her." "That was loving, Caleb!" "Yeah-Except now she tries to kiss me at recess."

Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful
Knox came down dressed for church. "Sorry, bud. You can't wear those jeans anymore." I told him. "What?!? Why?", was the indignant response. "They have a stain and hole at the knee!" He sighed, "Oh mom, I don't always have to look REALLY good, do I?"

The Juicer
I gave Lucas some chopped up apples. At a maniacal pace, he put one square in his mouth, sucked the juice out, and spit the apple onto the floor. Repeatedly. His brothers found this hysterical. Me? Not so much.

Jesus Gloves Me, This I Know
Knox read Caleb their bedtime devotional. They came downstairs to tell me they were finished. "I even taught him the verse and everything!", Knox exclaimed. "Yep!", Caleb confirmed. "Jesus said 'I will never leave you or mistake you'!"
(The actual verse says..."or forsake you")

Young Republican
At breakfast, Knox decided to strike up an adult conversation. "So mom, who are you voting for? John McCain or that other guy?"

Chef Boyar-don't
I had left out a stick of butter so it could soften on the counter. I ran down to the office to check on Caleb doing his homework and left Lucas in the kitchen playing with his blocks. I came back a couple of minutes later and found Lucas covered, head to toe, with butter. He had also greased a four foot section of the kitchen floor and was dancing on it. He was all greased up and smiling proudly at me.

Identity Crisis
Caleb was doing his writing homework and sighed loudly. "I wish I wasn't part of the Winkler Family" he said sadly. "Why?" I asked. "Because K's are TOO hard to write!"

An Acquired Taste
Something happened to the first batch of fudge I made last night. It wouldn't harden. The boys wanted to try it anyway so I spooned out a sample. "OOOO, so good! But it kind of tastes like mud."

Right-Hooked on Phonics
During our morning reading time, I was reading one of Lucas' favorite books. He kept trying to snatch it out of my hands and was firmly rebuked each time. I kept reading. Frustrated, Lucas toddled over to his baby t-ball set. He grabbed his plastic bat, came back and WHACKED the book out of my hand. For good measure, he whacked the book on the floor a couple times and then me on the shoulder. Yes, reading time was officially over. Discipline time was ready to begin!


And On That Farm There Was A Hen-Cow?
I made Chicken Parmesan for dinner. Knox really loved it. "Yum! Mom, this chicken is SO good. Did you make it out of steak?"

My cute baby #2

I had another apointment yesterday and another ultrasound. Baby was bouncing and twirling around. And everything else looked great. No more contractions or spotting and the pocket of blood is tiny now. So, as far as my doctor was concerned, I'm fine. My uterus is done freaking out.
And my baby is still very cute!

P.S. Of course I asked the tech if she could tell the gender! Nope-not yet!

my cute baby

We saw the baby on Monday. Baby was so cute and was bouncing all around. At one point during the ultrasound, baby waved to us! Seriously. Even the tech laughed and asked us if we saw that.

Baby looks good and healthy but I have a pocket of blood in my uterus and it's trying to expel it. That is why I am having contractions and spotting, which is why we were at the ultrasound in the first place. So, prayers for me and baby would be appreciated. The prayer is that my uterus, in it's quest to expel the blood, would not try to expel my baby. And for me, that the blood would absorb or pass because the contractions are painful!

Thanks friends!