We're not done hunting possums

Cousin Daniel in New Zealand would be proud... At 2:30am this morning, our dog Tui was barking. She is a dog that thankfully, does not bark (though she has other problems) unless there is a reason. So naturally, when I woke up to constant barking, I asked Dave if he thought it was Tui. We soon realized it was, and he went to check it out. I sat on the bed, terrified that someone was breaking into our house and had attacked Dave (did I mention we watched a Vampire movie right before bed?) I waited for what felt like an eternity before Dave came back and asked me to come check out Tui. She was pretty dirty, but other than that she was ok. Turns out Dave had found a half mangled possum that Tui had been... well I don't know what she was doing. But the possum needed to be put out of it's misery which my wonderful husband did. I don't know what I would have done if he wasn't here.

The last time we had to kill a possum, we were riding around in cousin Daniel's truck late at night with a .22 and a spotlight. To be fair, the possums carry diseases that transmit to the dairy cows on their farm. It was still dang fun though. Made me miss the farm and our fabulous Kiwi family.

Big Girl Bed

I feel really strange about the new chapter we have begun. Lizzy is now sleeping in the twin bed I did when I was a kid. It's really got me thinking about the dynamic of parents and children. It's funny that I still sometimes feel like a kid (especially around my parents) and now Lizzy feels that same way about David and I. Not sure what exactly is resonating with me... I'll have to keep thinking on that one. In the meantime, we surprised Lizzy with her big girl bed earlier this afternoon...





















She spent a good amount of time playing and reading in her new bed this afternoon...





















and is now sleeping peacefully and will hopefully remain in her bed and not on the floor. Wish us luck!