No Whining Allowed

It is a hard  thing when your baby is growing up.  And entering high school. Mostly it’s just hard  to believe!

I can still remember the day we found out we were expecting Mousey. Mrs. Schmenkman was in town and we were out shopping. That’s not surprising, but the positive result from the Dr.’s office was! So there you have my theory: boy babies are planned, girl babies are surprises!

Honey and I were surprised, but happily so. We had always wanted to have a third child, but the timing was uncertain. I remember thinking very clearly  that this was God’s  timing.

We had spent the previous year dealing with The Boy’s chronic ITP diagnosis and treatment. It was a time consuming, stressful and complicated season in our lives. I had the nagging thought that adding another child to the mix would have caused the whole thing to come crashing down on our heads.

 So, we talked about it some, but always said, maybe in a few months. Had we waited until the “coast was clear”, she would have never been. Because 3 months, to the day , after God put The Boy’s problem  into remission, we had the car accident that altered the course of our lives forever. So as you can see, God knew that our 3 month window of opportunity was going to be unrealistic.

 So, God picked the when  part. And we will be eternally thankful  for the rest of our lives for this little mouse of a girl.

She has been the perfect addition to our family.  So content and easy going. She completed us. A total love bunny, and she still is that affectionate, companionable girl.

God knew exactly  the kind of child that we would need, and that makes me even more thankful for the precious gift that she is.

10 months old

When I showed this picture to Honey, I asked him who it was. He has been wrong before. He said “Baby Mouse”. !4 months.

With Uncle Beeve. Thumbsucking was her hobby.

She was a cat SO many years , we have lost count! She actually wore this outfit all year, everywhere. For years. I have actually removed the tail and patches to put them on other sweat suits as she outgrew them! 2 years old.

With Honey camping at Yogi Bear. Three years old.

It would appear  that she took a break from being a cat this Halloween. But, if you look closely, she has a cat nose and whiskers. So she must have been a cat to pre-school and changed for the evening festivities. 3 yrs.

This picture says a lot about her life. She has been dragged all over tarnation. And the Girl took a nap where she could get one! 3 yrs.

Driving Grandpa’s boat! 5 yrs.

In her Picachu phase. Thrilled to get him too! 5  yrs.

That is some fancy outfit! Note the Picachu slippers. 6 yrs.

At Camp Howell in 5th grade. She was the first one in her class (girl OR boy) who made it to the top! Blaze on!!

Mama and her Muggins Q. Mouse. Honey would ask her every day when he came home for work if she was Daddy’s girl. She would take her thumb out of her mouth and say “I Mama’s Girl”.

With her MUCH prayed for nice  kittens! 11 yrs.

Here she is with Aunt Capri Patt’s new puppy Splash! 12 yrs.

Last October when the Little Goomba was born. Although he was camera shy here! 13 yrs.

Mousey said yesterday that Aunt Stacey, who is Goomba’s Mama, told her that she was the first little baby she had ever held. And now Goomba is the first little baby that Mousey has ever held! The circle of life!

Happy Birthday Mouse-a-lina! Hope fourteen is Scrum-tru-lescent!!!