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Sleepless Nights and Murderous Cats

A little irony for your Monday morning.

I’ve had insomnia off and on (mostly on) for my entire adult life.  The ironic part is that even on the nights that all the stars are aligned and I can actually stay asleep, some outside random force prevents me from doing so… a sickness, a car alarm, a snoring spouse, a thunderstorm, a meteor.  There’s always something.

Last night, it was my cat.

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She looks innocent, doesn’t she?

I actually started out the evening really worried about her.  I tried not to let on just how I worried I was, so I didn’t pass it along to the kids…. in particular Tegan (who was already asking, “Is she going to die?”)  and Everett, who has a stronger bond with her than I think I’ve ever seen between a boy and a cat in my lifetime.

She was just acting really weird, even for a cat.  She kept running and hiding, first under our covers, and then squeezed under our bed, which isn’t normal for her.   She wasn’t playing, wasn’t eating, wasn’t purring, and was just acting…. well, weird.  When Everett tried to bring her to the other side of the house for bed, and shut the dividing door – their usual nighttime routine – she FREAKED OUT, hurtling herself against the door and meowing a demon inspired yell.

At some point, it finally occurred to us to wonder if she was having a reaction to the flea treatment we’d given her the day before.  It was the only thing that had changed in her environment, and it seemed a likely culprit, particularly when Everett said she’d been frantically trying to scratch at the back of her head (it was a liquid that was applied at the back of the neck).  So we found the box, read the warnings, and were basically advised that if our cat seemed to have a problem with it, or was sensitive to it, to simply wash it off.

With water.

So, 11:30 at night found Mike, myself, and the two youngest kids circled around the kitchen sink. Everett was there out of concern and moral support;  Tegan was there largely for the entertainment value.  The cat was hugged firmly in my arms (they have the scratches to prove it) while Mike tried to rinse off her neck with the sprayer as quickly and efficiently as he could while she struggled.  We rubbed her dry the best we could with a towel, and then brought her back to bed with us.  She crawled partially under the covers right next to me, gave herself an exhaustive bath to try to erase the indignity of her shower, and went to sleep.  I didn’t take my eyes off her;  afraid to stop watching.  I kept one hand near her side to make sure she was still breathing.  (I do the same thing when my kids are sick.  I don’t know if it’s weird) I felt like I had to stay awake with her, at least until I got some sort of sign that she was okay.  I know it’s something that non-pet people can’t understand, but in the base level of my heart, there’s little distinction between the care and concern I have for my human children, and for my fur children. They’re treasured members of the family too.

So I stayed awake and just watched her.  She mostly slept, she never stopped breathing, and every now and then she’d wake up just enough to clean her feet and legs again.

And then at some point I must have finally dozed off despite my best intentions, because I was awoken by a very loud purr that instantly told me two important things:   1)  She was feeling much better, and 2) I needed to protect my sensitive areas.

I think most cats purr when they’re happy…. but mine purrs 10% for happy, and 90% for “I want to murder you in your sleep.”  One minute she was sleeping innocently by my side, and the next there was a claw-shaped hole in my armpit.  Then my ankle, then my hand.  Clearly making up for lost time, she proceeded to lodge an all-out assault on any body part that dared move under the covers (or look like it was going to move.  Or exist)  She stepped on my face.  She sat down.  She pounced on my feet.  She pounced on my stomach.  She attacked the little bit of string that was hanging from the corner of my pillow case.  She purred louder and roughly rubbed her face against my forehead.

And… repeat, for the next few hours.

Face.

Sit.

Pounce.

Feet.

String.

Forehead.

She’s not usually allowed in our bed at night.  This is one of the reasons why.

It was after 3:30 when I finally let my guard down a little bit.  She wasn’t sleeping, but she was lazing peacefully (and deceptively innocently) all sprawled out by my side.  She was still purring, the picture of sweetness.  I closed my eyes, silly enough to think I could actually get some sleep, but they flew open in pain about 8.2 seconds later when a set of tiny razors punctured my neck. I’d accidentally left my little cross necklace exposed…. and necklaces are, of course, harbingers of evil that must be immediately chewed off any unsuspectlng soul who dares wear one. After that, I declared her observation period over, scooped her up, and carried her across the house to Everett.

By the time I got back to bed, I realized I had a stomach ache – whether from worrying that my cat was going to die or the sausage I had for dinner or the fact that it was almost 4 AM I didn’t know.  I was afraid it was going to prevent me from sleeping even the few remaining potential hours, but just before 5:00, I finally relaxed and started to drift off to sleep.

And then I had to pee.

The end.

PS The cat is 100% her normal self this morning, currently happily looking out her favorite window.  Stinker.

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A Forever Home

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Yesterday was the highlight of my whole year.

I had a cat my entire life.  A cat is the earliest pet I can ever remember having (a calico named Shala, who choked on a hairball, and died right in front us :(), and also the first pet that I had into adulthood (a beautiful Siamese named Zoya, who I got when I was 16, and who lived a long happy life of nearly 20 years)

I have wanted another cat since Zoya passed away four years ago, and my daughter – my fellow little animal lover – has wanted one nearly as long.

If it were up to me and Tegan, we would likely have a house full of pets.  But, well, a respectful marriage and a family with six people and six opinions = decisions aren’t always mine alone.

To make a long story short (because this really isn’t about HOW we ended up getting a cat), after much discussion, a side of creativity, and a healthy helping of compromise, yesterday morning found us at a local feed and animal supply store.   Once a week they hold an adoption clinic by a rescue organization that saves and re-homes abandoned animals around the valley.

We didn’t tell Tegan the purpose of our visit until we were actually there, standing right in front of the cages filled with adorable little cats and kittens.  I think she was a little bit in shock, excited but quiet, responding to questions with one word answers.  She held two kittens, and was eventually chosen by the very first one that had caught her eye:  a sweet, affectionate little seven-month-old grey female.

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We had to meet a guy from Craigslist about a bed for Paxton, plus we weren’t yet set up with a litter box, food, etc.  So we asked the lady in charge if it was alright if we did all our paperwork, paid our adoption fee, and came back for her a little later.  She said that was fine, as long as we were back by 4:00.

And now we have a cat.

I’m enjoying the cat energy that the house has been missing for so long.  I’m enjoying watching her explore every nook and cranny and finding a way to play with everything that comes across her path.  I’m enjoying watching her run from the room, only to come bolting back in two seconds later.  I’m enjoying her snuggles.  I’m enjoying hearing her purrs of happiness.  I’m very much enjoying seeing her trying so determinedly to make friends with Mike, who compromised more than anyone in this deal.

But more than anything?  I’m enjoying the happiness and joy it brought my daughter, and the huge, ecstatic display of excitement that actually didn’t come till quite a while after she’d picked out the kitten.  Mike and I were on our way home from picking up the bed for Paxton (we’d left Tegan home with the boys) when I got a strange text from Spencer.

“Are we keeping her?”

“Keeping who?”  I asked him

“The cat.”

I was confused.  “What do you mean?  Of course we’re keeping her.”

It turned out that when Tegan had heard the lady say, “As long as you’re back by 4:00,” she thought that meant that we were just borrowing her, and that we had to bring the cat back to them by 4:00, not that we had to pick her up by 4:00.  She understood it to be a temporary kitty play date, not that we were in fact going to be (as they like to say in animal rescue) her new “forever home.”

But once she understood, her screams of excitement could be heard clear across the county. I got more thanks, and more hugs – not half-hearted little side hugs, but full-on, with a running start, hurtle all sixty pounds of herself full force into my body sort of hug – in five minutes than I’ve gotten in the past year.

She’s one very happy little girl.

And this is going to be one very loved little kitty.

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Asked and Answered

I recently put out a call for questions.  Questions about unschooling, parenting, me, my blog, whatever you’d like … and you guys rose to the occasion!  Here’s the first batch of questions and answers, and the first of what I hope will become a regular feature on my blog.  If you have questions, send em, and I’ll answer them in an upcoming post.  🙂

I would love to hear some thoughts on how far to push little kids to do things? I know it would be age dependent, but I’m thinking ages 1-5 especially. Eg if a child is shy or scared or anti-social or clingy or negative about doing something where’s the line with making them do it, or respecting their feelings. Sometimes in life it’s good to do things we don’t want to. How do we help kids understand that?

I think this is one of those times that really knowing your kids is key.  I personally wouldn’t push my kids into doing something they didn’t want do… but there is a world of difference between forcing something that’s unwanted, and gently encouraging when you know it’s something that they do want, but are hesitant because they are nervous, unsure, etc.   Last summer, my daughter (four years old at the time) took her first-ever swimming class. She was very excited about the class, and about learning to swim.   The morning of the first class however, she was super nervous, to the point of asking if she could skip it.   I know my daughter, and I was 99% sure that once she got in the class she would really enjoy it.  I was also 99% sure that if she didn’t do the class that she would regret it, especially when she watched her big brother having fun in the pool in his own class.  So I was honest with her and told her, “I know you’re nervous, but I think you’re really go to love it.  And you can do it!  I bet they’re going to make it super fun for you, and I’ll be right there watching the whole time.  Why don’t you give it a try this one time, and if you don’t like it, you don’t have to come back.”  I wasn’t bluffing either:  I would have had no problem pulling her out, and letting her learn in another way.  She agreed to try it, and to make a long story short, she LOVED the class, and has since become a fish in the water.

Yes, sometimes we need to do things we don’t want to do, but life provides plenty of those opportunities all on its own.  I don’t think it’s my job as a mother to actually provide the things they don’t want to do, but to help them feel safe, comfortable, and confident when they do arise.  Going to the dentist for instance isn’t super high on any of my kids’ “Things I love to do” lists, but sometimes it’s necessary.  So we searched until we found a wonderfully kind, patient, and respectful pediatric dentist, and no one has any issues seeing her when the time comes.

I don’t have a school age child yet, but am very interested in unschooling. I have been wondering if you felt you did anything differently with your children before they were school age. I’m reading a lot about the RIE philosophy and some of it seems to be in line with the basic idea of trust that seems inherent in unschooling to me. Thank you!  

I learned something new when I got this question, so thanks! 🙂  I hadn’t heard of RIE, so I Googled a little bit.  (This article had a nice breakdown of its main tenets.)  I connect with a lot – not all – of the principles of RIE.  I think that the ideas of trust, respect, choices, and personal autonomy are so important to both unschooling and gentle parenting.   As for whether or not I did anything different when the kids were young… only to the extent that our relationships/activities/conversations grew and evolved as the kids got older.  For me, unschooling was just a natural extension of attachment parenting, and it was all so organic that I never really had a feeling of, “Okay, we’re going to start unschooling now.”  We already were… they just weren’t officially school age yet.  I do strongly feel (and many others feel this way as well) that unschooling can’t be truly understood and implemented until the parenting component is understood.  Once you “get” gentle parenting, unschooling just makes sense… and it’s a much more seamless transition than if you try to do it the other way around.

What advice would you give an unschooling mom whose 5 yr old is begging to start kindergarten?

Ask lots of questions!  What is it that they’re wanting from school that they don’t think they’ll get/are getting from home?  Is it more time on crafts?  Riding a school bus?  Being around other kids?  Recess?  It could be something really simple, especially at five years old.  Most of my kids have at one time or another asked about school.  After a conversation, careful listening, and honest sharing, I learned that it wasn’t school they were after, but something else.  Something that I could remedy through more playdates, more field trips, more one on one time, etc.  If that were ever not the case, and they truly wanted to go to school, I’d like to think that I would be 100% supportive and let them try it.  I can’t say with complete certainty though, because I’ve never been there (and if I’ve learned nothing else as a parent, it’s to never say “never”)

(on being a Christian who does not regularly go to church) I’m wondering how you keep the faith? How do you keep your relationship with God fresh and alive? Have you found a community, a “body of Christ”?

I love this question.  I have been thinking for a long time about writing a permanent page for my blog about my faith, and about where that journey has taken me.  I will say first that my faith has always been super personal to me.  Not personal in an I-don’t-want-to-talk-about it kind of way (I love talking about it), but personal in that I’ve never really felt like I needed a strictly “Christian” environment in order to nurture my relationship with God.  In fact:  I grew up going to church, went to a Christian summer camp, went to a Christian college… and those were all things that I had to heal from in many ways as an adult.  I felt like my faith was so much stronger, and finally my OWN, after I left those environments.  We do have a church “home” now, although it’s been many months since we’ve gone with regularity.  We love the church though, and it was the first one that we ever actually chose to place membership with since we’ve been married.  When we feel like it’s something we’re needing, we go, but on a day-to-day basis, I don’t know… I feel like it’s just me and God, and that relationship is no different than any other in that it stays alive with attention, with intention, and with spending time together (and you don’t have to be in a special building to do that :))

One thing that’s been hugely instrumental to me in the past several years has been finding like-minded fellow “outside the box” Christians, most of whom I only know online.  While I don’t feel like I technically need the support of others to hold up my own faith, it’s incredibly helpful just to know that they’re out there:  other people like me who fiercely love Jesus, but pretty steadfastly reject most of what conventional “religion” has to offer… Everyone from big authors/bloggers like John Shore, to dear personal friends that I’ve made through various online FB groups and forums…they’re a very appreciated breath of fresh air (and sometimes just straight-up oxygen), especially on those days when I’m feeling alone.

So our kid is 3 and we are starting to get questions about Kindergarten. I am scared to death to tell some people what we are planning!!! It does not help that I work FT and my husband stays at home with our son, which already gets enough looks as it is because it is so different. I am just scared in a year or two we’ll get people calling CPS on us or something. Some of our family is very academically minded and I am just afraid they will think we are setting our son up for failure or something. I’m just not good at confrontation. I know all the answers ‘in my heart’ but I know when accosted about it… I just don’t know quite how to deal with it. How do you deal with that type of thing, esp when you first kid ‘missed the bus’ (haha) for the first time.

I completely know how you’re feeling!  I was there myself several years ago.  I was fairly lucky in that even though many of the people in my immediate family were not particularly supportive of unschooling, they kept pretty quiet about it (save for a passive aggressive comment here and there).  One of the most helpful pieces of advice I ever read on the subject was something called the “bean dip” approach, a completely non-confrontational way to deal with naysayers.  I wish I knew where I read it, and who said it, so I could give credit, but all I remember is that I read it on some unschooling forums many years ago.  It goes like this:

Family member:  (Negative/derogatory/judging comment)

Response:  “Oh, he’s doing great!  Can you please pass the bean dip?”

Or

“This is working really well for our family right now.  Can you please pass the bean dip?”

Or

“That’s an interesting perspective.  Can you please pass the bean dip?”

Politely changing the subject can work wonders.  Honestly though, the biggest solution to this problem is just time.  Two really big things happen over time:

1.  Your kids learn and grow and mature in ways that can’t help but be seen, even by those outside your family.  They’ll see how much they’re learning, and they’ll have tangible “proof” of unschooling’s success.  And

2.  You’ll gain confidence in your kids, and confidence in the process.  It won’t be so scary when others disagree, because you’ll trust unschooling, you’ll trust your children, and you’ll trust their learning process.  In the meantime, focus on your own little family, and be ready to pass the bean dip.  🙂

I read that you almost went to the Rethinking Everything conference and I’d be interested to read a post/answer on conferences you’ve went to in the past and how you think they benefited you and your kids.

I really love unschooling conferences.  I find them sort of terrifying, just because… well, introverts and large crowds… but I love them too.   We’ve only been to a handful so far, but definitely plan to attend more in the future. We’ve gone to three of the big conferences (two in San Diego, and one in Alburquerque), and a few smaller ones.  Conferences are really cool for lots of reasons, but if I were pressed to name only a few, they would be:

1.  New information.  You can’t go to an unschooling conference and not learn something new.  You can’t.  I don’t care who you are, or how long you’ve been unschooling.  We’ve all learned so, so much from the conferences we’ve gone to… both from the official scheduled “talks”, and incidental interactions we had along the way.

2.  New friends.  Some of my nearest and dearest friends are people I met at conferences.  The 12 year old is playing an online game with a conference friend as I write.  And there’s something big to be said just for being around other people who “get it”, even if it’s only for a weekend.   Which brings me to:

3.  New inspiration.  In case you didn’t get this from reading other posts on my blog, I am hugely passionate about unschooling.  But while my normal mode of sharing may be quietly standing on a street corner (or typing in my pajamas that I’ve been wearing for two days, sitting on my couch as it were) saying, “Yay!  Unschooling!”, immediately following a conference it’s more like standing on the rooftops shouting,

“WOOO HOOOOOOO!!!!  UNSCHOOLING!!!!!!!”

They just get you pumped up, and fired up, and EXCITED about unschooling.

All of that to say, if you ever get the opportunity (and you should make the opportunity)  go!  You will love it.

Sounds silly but what pets do you guys have now? I miss your funny animal posts!

My husband and I disagree on exactly two things:  politics and pets.  If it were solely up to me, we would have to build a second house to hold all the cats/dogs/rabbits/rats/reptiles we’d acquire because I so love animals, and can never resist a rescue-able furry (or scaly) face when I see one.  If it were up to Mike, we would have zero pets.  Ever. Rescued from anywhere.  So we compromise.  Right now, we have just a few pets – although the kids and I are holding out hope for a turtle in the near future.

There’s Sophie, who with the exception of jumping, and sometimes peeing, when she gets too excited, is the world’s most perfect dog.

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Then there’s Linny and Ming-Ming, the two mice I picked up with the kids one day when Mike was at work:

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And finally, our ball python Waldo, who is sweet and funny, and loves to hang upside-down from his branch:

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And that’s it!  We have about 1900 square feet of house here.  Clearly there’s room for so very many more….

Thanks to everyone who have sent questions so far!  That was fun.

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Worms, field trips, and some plans for the future

Yesterday morning, the kids and I went on a field trip that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since.  It was actually only the first stop in one of those crazybusyexhaustingbutfun kind of days –  the kind that had us leaving the house at 9:00 AM and not returning until 6:30 PM – but it’s the stop that won’t leave my mind.

We toured a city home whose owners had transformed it into a sustainable, completely eco-friendly living space.   And it was awesome.  I will always hold out hope that we’ll have a nice piece of land again someday (sometimes it still befuddles me that a country girl like me wound up in a city the size of Phoenix, of all places) but yesterday’s tour reminded me that I don’t have to have a big chunk of land in order to make some huge – and hugely impactful – changes to the way we live.

On this less than 8,000 square foot plot, this family utilized:

They also had chickens; an outdoor shower; many edible, multi-functional and indigenous plants;  bee blocks;  a small greenhouse; rebar shade structures… and much more that I’m forgetting.  The entire space was careful and deliberately designed, and nothing – not so much as a drop of rainwater – was wasted.

All right there on this little plot, in a regular old neighborhood, right in the middle of a city.

Inspiring.

I came home filled with ideas, and looking at our current housing situation with new perspective.   Lately we’ve been talking about the possibility of moving again (locally) and have been sifting through our options.  Unfortunately, because like so many millions of other Americans right now we are woefully underwater on our house, our options are few.   We’re starting at the only place we can start, by culling our clutter, organizing our finances, and getting the house ready for someone who will really love it.  When we do move (and I say “when” instead of “if” because I believe it will happen) if we can recreate even half of what this beautiful family has designed, I will be happy.

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The Story of Our First Egg

The end.

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Birthdays, Donuts, and Wayward Chickens

John the chicken

So my friend Brandie told me that it’d been awhile since I’d blogged about any animal stories.  And then wouldn’t you know… yesterday we had a animal incident that very nearly begged itself to be told.

It was Tegan’s birthday, and we were home all morning, babysitting Luna:

Isn’t she sweet?

The girl wanted to go to Krispy Kreme to get her free dozen birthday donuts, and I needed to go to the grocery store to get the food for her dinner (she’d requested chicken fingers, fries, Dora fruit snacks, and strawberry ice cream.  We keep none of those things in the house)   So I make a general announcement that we were going to be going out, and everyone started getting dressed, brushing teeth, and otherwise doing all those things that you do to get ready.

I asked Spencer to round up the chickens and get them back in their coop.  As long as we’re home, they free-range during the day, and then we close them in when we leave or when we go to bed at night.  Up until yesterday, I never worried too much about them getting out of the yard.   Plus their coop is here, and they have so far seemed to feel safe and secure within their space.  Our yard is walled in, and there’s a fence between us and the neighbors.  I’d seen them sort-of-fly, but never getting more than a couple of feet off the ground.

Ordinarily, Spencer doesn’t have much trouble rounding them up and getting them back into their coop, but yesterday they weren’t being cooperative.  So he came inside looking for reinforcements (AKA Paxton & Everett)  I carried Luna out back to watch, and they all played “herd the chickens.”  The first one to escape was one of the Leghorns – either Foghorn or Sam – who squeezed through the fence and wound up in the backyard of the vacant house next to us.  The troops all went over to retrieve her, and she came running back up our side walkway, properly remorseful.  They continued to try to shoo them, but the chickens were having none of it.  So I gave the baby to Spencer, and told them that I’d catch them myself and carry them, one by one, back to the coop.

I started with John, because John’s always the easiest to catch.  One of the Barred Rocks was next,  but as I was trying to put her in, Paxton opened the door a little too wide, and John escaped again.  I put him back in and went to get a third.    We talked about what percentage of the chickens were in the coop.  As I was walking back with the chicken that would make it 50%, John got out again, and took off across the yard.

This went on for a very long time.

At some point, Sophie got outside.

This is Sophie

We’ve been very closely monitoring her around the chickens, because she seemed a little too eager to eat them.   But as she’s been getting better and better (and since she’s a herder and not a hunter) we’ve been giving her  too much  a little more leeway.  And yesterday, she was fine.

Until she wasn’t.

She chased one of the Leghorns, who reacted with a little more panic then usual, flew straight up into the air, and landed on the roof of the patio:

I didn’t know chickens flew that high.  Now I know.

I ran to get the ladder from the garage.

It’s a new fangled fancy ladder that Mike just got over Christmas.  No clue how to use it, and no clue what I was actually going to do if and when I got up there.  So I’m carrying this (extremely heavy) ladder through the house, when I hear the boys yelling at Sophie again, and then screaming at her to stop.   I dropped the ladder right where I was, in the middle of the kitchen, and went running out to see what was going on.  She’d chased, and caught, the other leghorn.  She’d escaped by the time I got out there, and was hiding – terrified – behind the cooler on the patio.

And the one on the roof?  They could no longer see her anywhere.  Gone.

Dog goes back inside, I finish dragging the ladder out to the yard, and I’m fully prepared to venture onto the roof.  Except I couldn’t even figure out how to open the ladder.  Have I mentioned that I don’t do well in high pressure situations?

So I’m standing there, fiddling with the ladder, hoping and praying that the missing chicken hadn’t made her way to the other side of the house (and the street), when Everett yelled out, “I see her!”

She’d decided she needed more of a challenge, and had gone higher:

I share the pictures just for a little perspective, but you’ll notice that there is no chicken there.  I – briefly – considered running inside for the camera, in the midst of all my ladder finagling, but I did not.  I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if it ended badly and I had to live with the knowledge that one of my sweet chickens met a tragic demise and I was taking pictures like a tourist.
So you just need to imagine that there’s a tiny, white, trembling chicken on the edge of that roof.
Imagine that you’re trying to figure out how in the heck you can help get your young chicken back to safety.  Now imagine that you look away for half a second (because you’re having an internal struggle about a camera) and you hear a huge squawking, fluttering commotion as the chicken flies over your head and lands, nonplussed, right in front of its coop.
And just like that, it was over.  I finished gathering the others, including the traumatized one still hiding behind the cooler 🙁 and safely locked them all inside.
We headed to the donut shop and grocery store about two and a half hours after we’d started getting ready.  We had our donuts, we had our dinner, and Tegan got to blow out the candles that I’d neglected at the party this past weekend.
And the chickens lived happily ever after.
The End.

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The Ladies In My Backyard

I’ve always been afraid of birds. They’re unpredictable, and they flutter and fly and dive-bomb. And to be fair, birds never really seemed to like me either. I was attacked by a rooster once as a kid, and by a pheasant that flew out of the woods when I was walking home from the bus stop.

But.

I love my chickens.

They’re about three months old now, and they’re finally comfortable enough to wander the whole yard. They’re funny and sweet and friendly, and they – thankfully – don’t do anything too terribly scary, even for someone with a bird phobia like me.

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And then there were 12

The non-human members of our family now outnumber the Homo sapiens two to one.  Joining the dog, spider, fish, snake, and rats are six healthy and happy little chicks.

Anyone who’s paid attention to my pontificating for the past year or two will be well-aware of my Project Poultry Crusade (AKA convincing Mike why we really needed more pets, specifically egg-laying chickens)  I can’t help it… having grown up around chickens and horses and cows and goats and dogs and cats and pigs – and a never-ending assortment of everything in between – animals are just in my blood.  And in turn, they’re in the kids’ blood too.   Mike grew up with no pets, so it’s been a battle compromise from the beginning.   But there are five of us, and one of him, and well… he loves us a lot.  

So after much research, discussion, and a good amount of waiting, he agreed to the chickens.  And yesterday afternoon Foghorn, Sam, John, Angie, Dora, and Emerson joined our flock.

They’re already being lovingly tended to by the kids, and vigilantly looked over by the dog.  We’re hopeful that with some patient training and constant and CLOSE supervision, she’ll learn to protect them and not eat them.

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Christmas Colds, Part 2


Day 18 – Have a pizza night

Day 19 – Drive around to look at the neighborhood Christmas lights

Day 20 – Have a campout by the Christmas tree

Tegan, the one who brought this ick home, is just about back to her normal silly self. I’m on day 5 of feeling utterly lousy, Mike’s all achy, and Paxton can’t stop coughing. But it’s Christmastime, we’re here altogether, and I feel happy and blessed.

Yesterday we went out for a few errands, colds be damned, and came home with:



I had been wanting to get another one for awhile now, so Bailey wouldn’t be alone. She’d been without a roommate since Miley died, and rats are social creatures who do much better in pairs. I’d been thinking about it a lot in the past couple of weeks, and hearing about our friends’ new rats fully ignited the flame. So yesterday, Penny joined the family. She is a sweet, calm, and curious albino dumbo, and the perfect addition to our menagerie.

Last night we went up to Anthem to watch Sandi and Mitch in a lovely living Nativity presentation, complete with live animals, a beautiful set, and much to the kids (and my) delight, a lavish spread of free refreshments, cidar and hot chocolate. We took the long way home, weaving in and out of several different neighborhoods for our annual Christmas light viewing. Tegan especially loved it this year, and “wow”ed, laughed, and pointed at all the lights, Santas, and reindeer we passed.

Today was decidedly low-key, with lots of Christmas movie-watching. Our only project was helping the kids work on some Christmas gifts they are making.


Tonight it’s cold medicine all around, the season finale of Survivor, and a campout in front of the Christmas tree. Life’s good.

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Worms, glorious worms

Setting up the habitat…



Adding the worms and their dirt…


Worms!


They are all snug in their home now, residing on Paxton’s dresser (along with the praying mantis egg, the ants, and the caterpillars – who by the way, have more than doubled in size already) Taddy the tadpole is still in the kitchen, and as I’ve grown strangely attached to him, he may just stay there. Paxton is still waiting for his leopard frog tadpoles, and trying not to get his hopes up every time they walk up to the mailbox. So far, all is going well, although I’m a little concerned about the praying mantis egg case. It was on the table by the drafty door for several days, then took a flying leap off the dresser when Spencer dropped the remote control off the top bunk. Time will tell whether or not I’ll be a grandmother to 100 praying mantis babies.

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