I’d like to ask y’all how shit’s going at your house. For me, on this gorgeous So Cal Sunday, the shit factor is just outta’ control.
I’m talking about chicken shit.
Dogs sniffing chicken shit.
And chickens free ranging amongst dog shit.
Since we all think our own shit is crazy interesting I’m ready to gift you with a thorough play by play of my crap slappin’ Sunday. I do this only so that you may find solace in the fact that no matter the intensity of dirt you dealt with today, it probably wasn’t as rank as the real live animal shit scattered all over our patio. Did I say I wanted to be an urban farmer? F me, I did. Let’s begin. Continue reading
Anyone ever notice I’m a list-maker? There are a lot of reasons I love lists, which I plan on sharing with you soon. But today, because I’m turning over a new leaf, I’ll share with you this: the first installment in my new and recurring “Top 10 Lists”.
Are you shocked by the title of this post? I am too. And so is my husband. And yes, that number refers to the time I set my alarm for this morning. Yes, it was on purpose. Yes, it was dark. And yes, I was productive or something in that quiet, coffee-filled hour before the kiddos woke up. Is productive a relative term? You decide, in today’s installment of:
Top 10 things to do at 5:30 am.
1) Clank around the french press/coffee mugs/refrigerator, wake up the dog, and then blindly ignore his pleas to be let outside. Your excuse will later be that it was dark and you didn’t see him there, but as you’re cleaning pee stains off of the chic and over-rated “unfinished” wood floor, some part of you will be making a mental note to be a better pet parent tomorrow.
2) Clank around the laptop/desk drawers/pencil holder, wake up the 4 year old, and then pretend like you don’t know he’s peeing all over the toilet seat in your bathroom. Also pretend like you don’t know he probably did it because he thinks it will be funny for you to sit in it later. Continue reading
When something laughable comes out of my kids’ mouths I try to slow the car down long enough to snag my iPhone, email a reminder to myself, then write it on the family calendar. The hope is that I’ll someday hand it over to this here blog, but that rarely happens, and usually I’m left asking my husband, what was that thing one of the kids once said? So here ya’ go y’all, the year in funnies. The ones I remembered to write down.
Big brother’s thoughts on a friend’s indoor cat:
I feel kind of sad for Snowy because all she gets to do is play with tiny cat toys and poop in the litterbox. It reminds me of Rapunzel.
Little dude, easily impressed:
Mama, I like how shiny your toilet is!
Big bro, pointing to little bro’s junk in the tub:
To a giant, this is like a chocolate chip! Continue reading
Surprise! The girls have grown up. At 4.5 months, these little ladies are pretty much full grown and about ready to start making us omelets. Can’t wait to have you all over for brunch!
Here’s a quick who’s who of our backyard farm. Enjoy!
TOOTSIE the Salmon Favorelle @ 1 day
Tootsie now! She’s still got 5 toes and a spunky attitude, but aside from that I’m sure you hardly recognize her. Continue reading
3 week old chicks are adorable. They’re peep-y, they’re peppy, and they’re getting a bit more poopy. It seems that bigger chicks make bigger poops, who knew?!
Zippy is still the queen of the world.
And curious about the 4 year old in her face. Naturally. Continue reading