The lucky streak is over.

We visited my parents for Christmas this year. Dale came down with the flu on Christmas Eve, and proceeded to pass it to Jordan, along with a few other family members. Jordan came down with it on Friday, and since we couldn't find any pediatricians to see her on short notice, and our pediatrician insisted that we take her in to verify what she has, we took her to the emergency room. It wasn't too bad, it took us about 2.5 hours from start to finish. Poor girl had just fallen alseep on Dale's lap when a nurse came in to suction her nose for another test. That pissed her off!

So, we're home, and she is doing much better now. Several people had mentioned how great it was that she hadn't gotten sick yet. Well, so much for that!

Coons and Wet Shoes!

A few nights ago, Dale and I were watching TV and heard a good "thump" behind us. I looked just in time to see the attic door hanging down about an inch, and then pop back into place. Dale saw it too. So, we both thinking "What the **** is up there?" 2:00 the next morning we awake to the sound of a fairly sizable critter(s) above our bedroom. So we spend the next hour praying it doesn't wake up Jordan or figure out how to get into the house, and digging through the phone book to figure out who to call.

So the guy takes one whiff in the attic and says "Racoons!" Apparently it is mating season, and his theory is that what we heard was 2 of them mating, and basically having a party. Great. He sets a trap. No catch. Human scent must have scared them off.

Fast forward 4 days. Guy comes to pick up the trap. He and I are chatting with Jordan on my hip. Leaky diaper. Wet shoes, and no racoons. Thank goodness the guy is a grandpa, and he understands.

Merry Christmas everyone!