Ant Infestation

My Everett is learning many new words...his favorite lately is ANT! And for good reason: we are infested. We are striving diligently to get rid of them, but we have sprayed poison around all our baseboards, and we have strategically placed ant poison traps everywhere we could think they would go...but yet they keep coming. I feel sort of happy that I'm only finding dead ones (or almost dead ones), but frustrated that there could be many many more swarming somewhere in our walls. CREEPY. I find small ones, tiny tiny tiny ones, medium ones, and today we had one like almost an inch long with WINGS--which could mean they are carpenter ants, according to my research. I do NOT want to pay an exterminator...but what does a family do with ants invading their house all spring/summer?

On a lighter note...(be warned--potty talk is ahead)...tonight, just as we sat down to eat some dinner outside with Everett and Oliver, and enjoy this beautiful night, Oliver announced that he had to go #2--VERY URGENTLY. This isn't unusual for Ollie...I swear it happens almost any time I decide to sit down and eat. And he always seems to desperately need my help no matter how much I tell him he can do it himself. So today was no different...except it wasn't number 2, more like #3 (you can guess what that is...) and for some reason he wanted me to stand AT the door to the bathroom and wait for him to be done, but I kept telling him that I needed to be with Everett because he was all alone outside...so Oliver started freaking out and in the process of freaking out dropped his brand new, huge squishy frog (that he had just picked out and bought with his b-day money) into the toilet. I was sooooooo disgusted. So Everett was getting scared outside, Oliver was shrieking for his frog in the toilet while needing to be really cleaned up, and I was feeling like not a happy momma!!! Cleaning up disgusting poop, fishing out a frog from said poopy toilet, and calming two shrieking children at the same time must earn me some mothering award. I can't say I did it without getting mad...but, yes I was pretty mad. But I said sorry...and Oliver said sorry for dropping his frog in the toilet. And now we are okay for the moment. And by some miracle I somehow got my appetite again...but it took awhile.

And now Oliver told me he's hungry. So I guess I'll go get him something to eat...and the cycle of Oliver's life can continue.