Mouse in the House

I swear this household is filled with Troublemakers. Myself included, of course. Today it was the turn of the eldest to have a day off school. She’s well acquainted with my mouse phobia issues and the cringing involved in the crafting of this one’s tail. So why would I be surprised when a strategically hidden mouse keeps reappearing to punctuate my day? I punctuated the day of every other living being within a 5km radius with my first honest-to-goodness shriek (there were shadows, there was a sticky-out tail, I wasn’t expecting evilness). Admittedly the following shrieks were for entertainment value alone but nonetheless impressive. In the end, I figured if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. It was fun posing mouse around the house. Naturally, the state of the place is still as vile as it was this morning (I only cleaned the bits where we were photographing) and it was eggs on toast for dinner tonight, but the kidlet and I had a grand giggle.

The ‘tail’ shots were somewhat challenging for the Phobic One (me) and so the ones the kid obviously enjoyed most:



There were the sweet shots (even my heart melts at slightly more than glacial speed with these):



The crafty mouse shots – well ok, anyone up for weaving in yarn ends, wins brownie points in my book (hat based on Pea Soup’s Eat Your Vegies Baby Hat pattern and finished – or unfinished – no less than a year ago)



Finally, the mousey interpretation (because his hands can’t reach his eyes) of the Small Kid Invisibility Theory: if I can’t see you, you can’t see me:



Jodie of Ric Rac fame is responsible for the fab Jofus and Lally pattern. My take is a lazy handsewn version (not sure why pulling out a sewing machine lately seems a chore as major as negotiating a large mountain), but you can find the way it’s supposed to be done right here.