Felix "Pillar" Bunn

No that's not the name of any future baby Bunn it is what we named our pet caterpillar. On Sunday May 1st My mom found a fuzzy black caterpillar clinging to the wall of the house.  Brisa had already gone to bed so Chad and I decided to domesticate him so that Brisa could see him when she woke up.  We built him a warm and loving home filled with all of his favorite leaves and even some twigs to climb on.  Well on Wednesday May 4th he passed away.  We think that a little someone may have been a little too hands on while looking at him.  There looked to have been some sort of avalanche and Felix was killed in its wake.  Since this was the first death of a pet that we have experience we decided that a simple burial and graveside service was in order.  Now as most of you know I am a stay at home mom and have very little going on in my life on a day to day basis (besides the keeping alive of my two littles) so I may have gone a wee bit overboard with the funeral arrangements.  I ended up writing two song parodies and printed a program with a full obituary.  And looking back my only regret is that I left the eulogy up to Chad who said he would "wing it"  (rude considering poor Pillar left this life before he was able to get his wings.)  Looking back I realize that I should have just tossed the lil guy out after Brisa went to bed because dragging the whole extended family out to the backyard just just called more attention to the fact that he was gone and caused more crying than was necessary, but hey you live and learn right?!

Pillar in his early days.

Front of the program.

First Draft before I fixed the typo.

One of the song parodies.   

Brisa burying Pillar.  Yes we wore dresses

Pillars final resting spot.

His Grave marker.

Bad mom alert.

Now I know I'm not actually a "bad mom" because I think that I am actually doing a pretty good job with my two kiddos.  But I did however have a bad mom moment, or hours, basically a day.  Lets start at the beginning.

Chad and I went out of town for the weekend which of course meant the kids had to sleep with us because they didn't have their familiar beds to sleep in.  So as you can probably imagine no one slept well, especially Carson, and since I was assigned Carson because Chad refuses to lactate I didn't sleep well either.  I'm sure Chad didn't sleep much better, but if he wants sympathy he can get his own blog, this one's about me.  All of this was a round about way of saying I am tired.  I was hopeful that being home in his own crib would make Carson snap right back into sleeping through the night, I was so wrong.  So basically this is all just a really long way of saying I was the MOST tired person in the house and most likely the world.  Now to the point.

This morning Brisa was extra cranky and clingy and whiny and all around unpleasant.  At one point She was refusing to lay down and let me change her diaper and I was too tired to chase her so I started pulling out all my foolproof tricks.  I held out my empty fist and told her I had dirt and she wouldn't come. So I pulled out the big guns and told her that she couldn't watch Daniel Tiger unless she laid down, this is foolproof, it has never ever not worked.  Unfortunately she was too upset to comply so I had to follow through and it was like a punishment for us both.  So the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon I had to keep telling her she couldn't watch Daniel Tiger, or Curious George, or Elmo.  She doesn't usually ask to watch that much TV, but I guess knowing that she couldn't made her want to watch it even more.  Also during this time she was glued to my lap.  everywhere I went, there she was.  She was literally climbing all over me all day, I thought I was suffocating.  Eventually I was so done being screamed at by my toddler that I started tuning her out, luckily my dad is one of the best grandpas ever and he took her and calmed her down and not 5 minutes later he said that she was warm and that I should take her temperature.  102.5.  Yep that's right folks, I punished a sick 2 year old that was just trying to get some snuggles.

So I felt VERY guilty. To make it up to her I was extra nice and loving and I let her have unlimited play time on my phone.  As I was getting her medicine ready I was rubbing her head telling her that she was going to feel better really soon.  She looked at me, made a sad face and said "I can't, I can't feel better!  I don't want to."  So basically she loves all the attention being sick gets her and she may never feel better again.

 

This was right after I took her temperature.  She was acting like she was suddenly on her death bed.  She was not like this all day, I would have noticed something was up.  I love how dramatic she is.  It kills me.  P.S. after I took this she immediately asked to see it and insisted I take another, but that one was blurry.  I have a little diva on my hands.