CAT FIGHTS AND LATE NIGHTS

Okay. I'm finally getting around to writing about Mac's big ole scratch on his face. He has gotten in a really bad habit of messing with Charlie, Chucky as Mag calls him, Charles when he's in trouble. Chuck likes to spread out on our bed and take cat naps. And I mean spread out. He's a big boy. Well, Mac loves to pull his tail or bop him on the head with cars or trucks or anything with wheels. We've been trying to close the bedroom door when Chuck's in there because we knew the retaliation was near. On this day, Chuck snuck (I think it's actually proper to say sneaked but I don't like that word) in without us knowing. Brett and I are in the kitchen and hear Mac crying as he runs in the kitchen with blood dripping down his face. It looked a lot worse than it was. After texting a pic to some friends, I was assured it didn't need stitches. Well, we couldn't get Mac to tell us what exactly happened at that point. Chuck was curled up on the changing table by then like nothing happened. He kinda just looked at us and in Mr. T manner & cat talk said, "I pity da fool. I pity da fool that pulls on my tail." We knew he was guilty. So, on to another issue we've been having. Mary Brooke is her name and fighting sleep is her game. Since everyone is so close in age, we just basically tried to keep her content and quiet at night so the others could get to sleep and stay asleep. That usually meant Brett walking her or putting her in our bouncy seat with "Praise Baby." When she fell asleep, we'd put her in her bed. It's been rough for the last few months. Like a newborn in the house again. Well, one night, we heard her crying & the crying getting closer and closer. She was in her bouncy seat in the living room, mind you. Imagine the freakiness when your bedroom door busts (I know, it's actually bursts but again, I don't like it) open and a big baby comes barreling through. She flipped her seat over and crawled slap out. That sleepytime plan was out the window. So, since she's not our first child, we have no issues with her crying it out in her bed at night. Mag and Mac would just have to suffer through it for a little while. The problem lies that Maggie shares a room with the beast. So, the night of the cat fight, we play fruit-baby turnover. Mag had already fallen asleep in her bed. We put MB in her crib and the wailing begins. Brett scoops Mag up and throws her in our bed. Then we hear Mac yelling, "Mary cwi-ing! Mary cwi-ing! So, we plop on the couch with Mac for some milk. Brett asked him again what happened with Chuck. He fesses up. We were almost crying, ourselves, from laughing at his expressions and story. "I bwoo (blew) in Chucky's face like dis(really big blow) and Chucky smiled... Cheese!... and said, wee-wee and did dis (arm motions like cat slapping.) Then a fly joined us on the couch and Mac freaked! Bless that little guy. He's got a long road ahead of him. Anyway, while he's running from the fly Brett puts Mag back in her bed since Kong is now silent and puts Mac in our bed until he gets over the fly trauma. We had several night like this but Mary will now scream for a minute or two and then is down for the count. If you are still here, I apologize that this was so stinkin' long. But, if you are, I invite you to drop by our house at any hour of the night to have some milk or help thwart any cat or fly attacks. Call us Motel 6, we'll leave the light on for ya.