Gabriel and I feed the wildlife in our backyard to try to entice them to come back so we can "ooohhh" and "aaahhh" over them. Problem is, Josh wants to shoot them all with a BB gun. He swears the squirrels are eating our patio furniture and taking the stuffing. I think that if they need it for a bed or nest, more power to them. After all, Josh wanted to throw it away when we first moved. But noooo, now that someone (or in this case, something) shows interest, now all the sudden Josh wants it and is getting annoyed that it's being destroyed. And I know it can't help that Gabe and I keep giving them sunflower seeds and peanuts behind the seats, but that's the best place to be able to see them from our bottom floor for the boy. We can't move the seats because out in our yard it's the ideal place to sit and have a full view of all that is ours (and the very mischievious misters tasting rocks). So, perhaps I try to convince Josh that there is a cotton thief that is stealing our stuffing, OR that the squirrels have stopped after understanding that the food supply will deplete if they keep taking from the swings. Either way, I have yet to see the cute little guys running with their mouths stuffed with cotton. Josh swears he's seen it three or four times now and had to chase them with rocks. And I'm sure I didn't help the situation by telling him to take a picture because I wanted to see (thought that it would be kind of cute, Josh thought otherwise). Well, at least somewhere a family of squirrels are living in a mansion style nest or bed with the stuffing that use to cushion our backs. At least someone is comfortable.
So, I guess Josh was right. We do have little furry creatures tearing up our furniture. I was on the phone yesterday and looked out the patio window and there he was. This squirrel was viciously mauling our swing set and doing quite a bit of damage. I couldn't help but take a few pictures. Especially after I threw things at it to get it to leave and it just looked at me like, "I'm almost done, just hold your horses." Guess he really needed that stuffing. ;)
We found out yesterday that we are expecting a little boy December 21st. Out of my whole family (and some of Josh's) I was the only one who felt that it was not a girl. Don't get me wrong, I would love a little baby girl, I just knew that Gabe was getting a little brother. Not sure how, just mother's intuition I guess. Gabriel has no idea what's going on. But shortly after the ultrasound and the constant, "You're gonna be a big brother" or "You're gonna have a little brother" must have done something. The rest of the evening, he was like glue to me. Jealous? It'll be interesting. I think we'll be good though. Gabe is gonna be a great big brother.
