Afterall, sometimes I moonlight as the Tickle Monster.
And duty calls this morning.
Last week I was nurse, but before that, a negligent mother.
Not related you say?
Well.
All I’m saying is
if I hadn’t turned my back for 2.7 seconds last week
while at Fred Meyer with
Libby and Bennett
in the racecar grocery cart
maybe Bennett wouldn’t have licked the steering wheel.
And…….had the upchucks the following morning.
Correlation or causation?
Nobody else licked the grocery cart
and nobody else got sick.
So…draw your own conclusions.
I’m also a protector of chickens.
Netting an entire run with Bryce Sunday evening to keep out a hawk that has slowly been decimating our flock…about a chicken a week.
Party foul, dude.
Party foul.
I did talk to the hawk, trying to convince him that maybe he should convert to chicken-ism.
Safe pecking and scratching all day,
fresh food and water daily
the best leftover oatmeal scraps
adoration and attention.
But Bryce said maybe freedom isn’t worth all that…blah, blah, blah.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Bennett decided that the treasures in the return air vent were worth the dust and spider webs.
“Libby!”
“Legs!”
And she dutifully came and held them for him so he didn’t fall into the dark abyss.
Daily reading.
And piano practice.
Because roller skating on the sidewalk is so last year.
Bread making.
Planting succulents.
Camping.
Re-arranging the letters I made for my magnet board.
P.S. thanks for all the great thoughts and ideas for that!
Hand games.
Secret handshake.
Chicken coop maintenance.
Stray chickens.
She wanted to show me all her fancy tricks.
Some blue light.
And a change of plans, because the one thing we were going to do was super closed so the park instead.
My mother in law used to drink from this same mineral water fountain as a kid.
He totally posed himself.
Hope you’re healthy and warm!
Katie
