Today Boo said to Grandma, "I wish you could stay for five months!"
To which Grandma replied, "Surely you would get tired of me and want me to go home if I stayed that long."
Boo's immediate response was a hug and a resounding, "I would NEVER get tired of you, Grandma!  I love my Grandmas!"

Tonight I had to put my foot down.  The children are sharing a bedroom and for the last five nights, have been keeping each other awake.  It was showing today....attitudes and bickering, and a state of not-knowing-what-to-do-with-themselves.

At least the weather cooperated a bit.  I was able to send them out with wellies and coats to bring in firewood this afternoon, and Grandma and I were able to walk to the post office for the mail.  Had this not been possible, I think we all might have gone stir-crazy.  The weather was beautiful when the sun was out briefly.  This is what I love about Fall--the sunshine on the leaves that have turned beautiful shades of yellow, orange and brown.

I gave the children most of the day off so I could sew, and I made a skirt for Belle.  I have material for two, but I am just not fast enough at sewing to do two in one day.  They did do math tests and worked on their Grandma lapbook.  But tomorrow it is back to the books, for the morning at least--they need the routine.

The other day, I was down in the basement doing the washing when a wee little field mouse ran by me.  It was little and brown and had a cute face---BUT it was in my basement!  We have had a mouse only one other time, right after we moved in.  I never saw that one until after it was caught.  A month later we had six feet of snow in one month.  It being my first winter here I was not phased.  I thought that was normal for this little town in the snow belt.  Then I heard that it broke records for years and years!

But I digress.  This little mouse ran out again when I was down rotating the laundry the next time.  And my dear hubby and I had just been talking about the many many birds at the feeders these days, and wondering if their presence was indicating stormy weather in the offing.  Anyway, I called him down, and informed him that the trap needed to be set.   We were both sad about this as mice, field mice at least, are cute.  But we baited the trap with peanut butter and waited.

Today I was back down with more laundry--it never ends, does it?  And the wee mouse ran out in front of me again.  The next time, it was no more.  I was confident that it did not suffer as its head was securely in the trap, and those traps are very effective.

I will keep you posted on the kind of winter we have this year....