So I know I used this picture awhile back when it was 1st taken but it's the only one I have right now of all 5 boys together. Never mind the unhappy one.....he just wanted down. And we're pleased to say that in the time that has elapsed since this picture was taken little Yoda Baby is now resembling more of his parents and less of his Star Wars ancestry.
So, I concluded today that one knows you are raising a ton of boys when you are dog sick and cannot get out of bed and when you finally do it is only to go to the bathroom. BUT......when you get back in bed you lay down miserably and flip and flop around in your half frozen, feverish state and it is only then that you discover the 14 inch snake skin you are laying on. After you squeal appropriately and flick it out with the least amount of fingers possible it is then that you hear the outrageous torrent of giggles out in the hallway. After the laughter dies down the culprit pops his head in, not being able to withhold anything that involves his expertise of being able to locate living reptiles.......the same canny ability that extends to finding reptile leftovers......and asks, "Mom!!! Did that scare you???!!! Wasn't that so funny???!! You screamed!" Garrison and Grant trailing behind him still laughing, "Mom, scare you? Mom, mom. It's a snake! It's dead. DON'T touch the snake! But it's a dead snake." And Garrett, trailing behind them, mimicking my scream just loving the excuse to be able to make obnoxiously loud noises and have everyone think it's even remotely funny. Boys are indeed, by God's wonderful and sometimes perplexing design, just wired very differently than girls. How in the world did I end up with these 5 reptile loving miracles when having the reptilian phobia thing going on that I do???? Although I still think I'd fair better parenting 2 dozen boys rather than 2 girls. Have I mentioned lately that I'm ready to shave Aubrey's head? Oh....and Evye later proudly announced the snake skin was found in the freakin playroom. Ugh. Yes.....that would be the same playroom that I let my children play in....the same playroom the coachwhips are now hibernating in. That's just plain sick. And the snake skin in its 3 pieces, even had the entire head completely whole and undisturbed. It even had the freakin eyeball scales still attached. It was just nasty. But, the boys got a good laugh out of it. And Brad, at times not being much older than his 5 boys, loved it just as much and had a good laugh.....one the boys thought was entirely well deserved for their efforts. Brad was even poking around on it showing me the eyeball covers and crap on it. Yuck. Yuck, yuck, yuck!
And since I don't have any new pics since the camera is still out of commission I just figured to keep it entertaining I'd put a pic in of a very live, fiesty coachwhip/bullwhip/ratsnake/whatever it is snake that we discovered not long after we moved. And yes.......it was discovered in the playroom. Maybe it just had babies or something. Ewwww. We actually heard of a dude that said he rather live with the snakes anyday than deal with rats. So, he'd start having a rat problem in his attic and he'd just take a tub full of coachwhips and dump them in his attic with the rats!!!! Oh my freakin gosh! I've got an original genius idea. Why don't you just bug bomb the whole thing and get rid of them all???!!!!
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