Hickory, dickory, dock . . .

Hickory, dickory, dock . . . the mouse ran up the . . . cupboards and into the silverware drawer? It doesn't have quite the same ring to it as the original nursery rhyme, but it rings true to what we found this morning.

Let's start at the beginning. We started noticing on Thursday that Murhpy had been eating all of her food and was hungry for more. We were amazed. She rarely ate a whole bowl in a day and she was always too distracted to finish it all at once. All weekend, she acted like she was starving, so we kept feeding her. She takes forever to eat, so we never stayed there to watch her eat the whole thing, but we'd eventually notice it was gone so we figured she had. When she pawed at the food cannister we thought she must be hitting some sort of growth spurt because of how hungry she still was.

This morning, Kyle opened the silverware drawer that holds the silverware that we don't use very often. I think we were out of spoons in our normal silverware. In it, he was shocked to find about two bowls worth of dog food. We sat there trying to figure out how that could have happened until we saw that there were also . . . mice droppings everywhere. The cupboard of kitchen appliances below also had mouse droppings. Sick.

So, we have mice. Our A rat. Either way, I'm disgusted. Kyle's pretty sure that they live in the attic. But also, we've been parking in the garage and the door between the garage and the laundry room hasn't been shut tight every night. So who knows. I was pretty sure we had mouse traps somewhere, but we don't, so Kyle's got to get some of those on his way home from school today. Sick, sick, sick. Needless to say, I'm a little grossed out by the whole "living in the country" thing. We did have mice once or twice at my parents' house in the city, but never in the kitchen. It's going to be a while before I'm ok opening the cupboards when I'm home alone.

On a brighter note . . . we got a GREAT package from my mom and dad yesterday. It had ton of baby stuff including onesies, bibs, blankets, a car changing pad, a baby book and more. I feel really blessed.

It also had a really nice card signed "Love, G & G." It's weird to think of them as "Grandma and Grandpa Wietholter" because I will always think of my Grandma and Grandpa Wietholter when I hear it. We'll have to come up with something new for my parents. Maybe "G and G-Funk."