Squirrel-mageddon

So if you follow me on Twitter, you know what's been going on in the TCP household of late: the War on Squirrels. We had FOUR of the vile rodents coming and going in our attic, one slutty female and three males. Apparently, it is squirrel breeding season (file that under Things I Never Wanted to Know) and they were setting up housekeeping. In my house.

One wildlife removal specialist, one attic solutions specialist, five traps on the roof, and several hundred dollars later, we appear to be (knock wood) squirrel free. THANK YOU BABY JESUS. I can honestly say that the sound of them scratching in the ceiling will probably give me nighmares for the rest of my life. Horrifying. I wish I had recorded it so I could play it for the clearly mentally deficient residents of my neighborhood who insist on feeding the little buggers. People, they are just rats with mall hair! Do not feed them!!

Moving along, we are getting ready around here for Mini #2's second birthday! How did that happen? He is supposed to remain my baby for-eva. He is All Boy these days, obsessed with trucks, sports, and wrestling with his brother. The two of them are the best of friends and the worst of enemies. In five minutes time, they can go from cuddling together on the couch together to full-fledged, death-to-the-loser wrestlemania. Oy.

The boys and I are also counting down to our trip to Alabama. We're going to visit my brother in Birmingham again, and then spend a few days down on the Gulf Coast. So excited. Am ordering record high temps, because I am so over this cold weather.