The girls are in the car talking about being animals.
Bean: "I would want to be a cat."
Tot: "The reason I wouldn't want to be an animal is that you don't live very long. Number two, I just don't want to and I would have to stay home and do
nothing. Number three, I would have to stay in a cage and I wouldn't like that. And
if I got in trouble people would yell at me."
Bean: "Well animals don't do very much. I like that part."
I know we probably shouldn't be naming them or getting so attached, but it's really hard. These little chicks are so darn cute. The kids and I have each selected one as our "own." It's funny how those first few moments of picking our birds have played out with the birds' personalities. It's as if each of us were matched with the bird we were meant to have.
Birdie is sweet and easy going. You can pick Birdie up, flip her on her back, rub her belly, and she immediately falls asleep.
Hootie (because doesn't she look like an owl?)
I swear Hootie is a rooster. Hootie has become the loudest, s(he) is more aggressive, and is much stronger than the other birds.
Snowball has been the first to do everything. The first to try out the feeder, the first to grow feathers, and the first to try and fly. Snowball is also very busy, and very fast.
Dinosaur Monster (yes, that's the name Blue gave her)
Dinosaur Monster is a little skittish and is pretty uncooperative. DM will also be the first one to run through the water or food the second you put it down.
Has anyone ever noticed that Disney shows are more like 20 minutes long with Disney commercials for 10 minutes? I know all shows are like this but when you own the channel and don't sell any air time to anyone else it's a little more... obvious? Obnoxious?
The chicks have been named. I know it's probably not a good idea, but who can help but name them? They are so darn cute.
Mollygirl wants to eat the chicks.
The kids want to hold the chicks constantly.
Bean told us today that there is a bus issue going on with a first grader who is taking her snacks out of her backpack. An email has been sent to the school.
Have I mentioned spring soccer has started? This means we are running to activities (Girl Scouts, dance, and soccer) almost daily. Some days we are both running in two different directions.
The out of control, terrible, independent threes have kicked in with Blue. Sheesh.
Will there ever be a time in my life when I feel rested again? I just want to sleep in for hours and hours and hours every day of the week. No? Not happening?