Friday, March 31, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
I Forgot To Mention
Yesterday at dance class, when my munchkin was wearing ballet shoes and she was supposed to be wearing the required tap shoes, I completely forgot to mention the most comical thing she did...
It was as if she knew she was supposed to be wearing different shoes and it took all my strength not to burst out laughing, because I'm pretty sure if the instructor noticed what I'm about to tell you... it undoubtedly irritated her to no end.
At the beginning of the class they march around in their tap shoes making lots of noise and they get to rummage through two bins that are full of tambourines and moroccas. As soon as my daughter tired of her prized purple moroccas, she sought out two of the smaller tambourines from the bins.
Instead of rattling them about, she laid them flat on the floor and slid her foot into each one and slid around as if they were musical slippers. If I had had my camera with me I would have taken a picture. It was so hillarious... but I kept my composure and quickly took them off her feet before she caused any more wrinkles in what's supposed to be a strict and regimented routine.
Tambourine feet... my sweet girl is out of her mind just like her mommy!
It was as if she knew she was supposed to be wearing different shoes and it took all my strength not to burst out laughing, because I'm pretty sure if the instructor noticed what I'm about to tell you... it undoubtedly irritated her to no end.
At the beginning of the class they march around in their tap shoes making lots of noise and they get to rummage through two bins that are full of tambourines and moroccas. As soon as my daughter tired of her prized purple moroccas, she sought out two of the smaller tambourines from the bins.
Instead of rattling them about, she laid them flat on the floor and slid her foot into each one and slid around as if they were musical slippers. If I had had my camera with me I would have taken a picture. It was so hillarious... but I kept my composure and quickly took them off her feet before she caused any more wrinkles in what's supposed to be a strict and regimented routine.
Tambourine feet... my sweet girl is out of her mind just like her mommy!
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Wrong Kid and Crack
Since it's Wednesday that means for an hour in the evening we, as a family, go to dance class for the eldest munchkin. Half of the hour is spent doing tap dance, and half is spent doing ballet... or baan-dough as my daughter says.
The tap shoes have been a real issue. This ~dance studio~ is hyper sensative about dress codes and rules and yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah. From my perspective, we're talking about two year olds here... so I feel they can take their strict, knotted panty routines and throw them out the window.
But anyways, the tap shoes... Week before last we noticed that the tap shoes my daughter had really overly emphasized her walking inward on her ankles. It looks a bit like what someone who doesn't know how to ice skate looks like when they are first out on the ice and their skates are tied loosely. Naturally this concerned us and we returned the shoes. The other style that the store offered, doesn't come in a size small enough for my little one. I called several other places to try on shoes, and no one carries them small enough. Unless it's the one kind we already tried and like I said, we know those don't work.
The inward walking on her ankles is normal for her age, I'll spare you the long explanation... talked with an Orthopedist about it. He recommended that unless I could find tap shoes that didn't emphasize the inward walking and that were also comfortable enough for her to wear around... that I should leave her in her ballet shoes for the duration of the hour. Besides, what harm could be done with wearing ballet shoes instead of tap shoes? Wouldn't that actually be a blessing? One less toddler stomping around loudly.
So last week came and went with nothing said about the hour long ballet shoe wearing.
This week I was met with, "What??? No tap shoes yet???" by the dance instructor.
"Well, no. And she'll be wearing ballet shoes for the whole time. (insert Orthopedist explanation) And I tried finding more options for her to try on, but no one carries them in her size."
The woman and I really don't get along for some reason. I'm not sure why. I get along easily with most people.
"Well, what about the recital? She has to have tap shoes for that..."
"She's not in the recital."
"Oh. Ok. Well, it's just for thirty minutes...more like twenty minutes... she'd only be wearing the tap shoes for that long."
I don't know about you, but I think I'd listen to an MD over a dance instructor when it comes to the bone structure and developmental health of my child.
"Next year when she's older, and the shoes fit her better, I'm sure this won't be an issue."
"You need to keep in mind that with her wearing ballet shoes she won't be learning the steps properly for tap."
"She's two..." I say, "I think she'll be okay..."
"You can just stuff tissue in the toe of the shoe..."
"Uh, length isn't the problem here. It's the caved in ankles... the inward walking... you know, her walking on her ankles..."
"You MIGHT want to just think about it..." and she gave me that grimmace and bitchy laughter to point out how aghast she was at what she took as ridiculous behavior on my part.
"It is something to think about, but like YOU pointed out... it is only twenty minutes... I do think she'll be fine in ballet shoes."
And dance class began.
The kids were just off key today. It's strange how that happens. Some days everyone is just fine as fine can be and then other days, there's at least a couple that cry nonstop and that snowballs several others into crying... My daughter finally joined in with twenty minutes left to go.. the ballet portion mind you... the portion of class where she was actually wearing the PROPER shoes.
I don't have the energy to type out how obnoxiously the instructor handled one situation with a crying child... just that I think she made things worse.
With about twelve minutes left of class, my daughter was crying for ~Daddy~ and for her little sister and absolutely refused to stay inside the dance class room. So we left...
I picked her up and with my frazzled brain, actually sat her in the baby carrier and started to try strapping her in.
My husband responds with laughter, "What ARE you doing??"
Pulling my senses back to coherency, "Oh right! Wrong Kid!"
As I'm switching children, the man sitting next to us finally couldn't contain his laughter any longer and let it go free...
I'm a walking comedy show, I swear.
And then my husband goes on to tell me how watching my butt in the mirrors of the dance class was a really nice change up from the bouncing, big, black spandex butt of the instructor...
..and how all the guys straightened up every time I bent over because my low rise pants showed promise of delivering a little peek of my crack...
He's so fully of it! Honestly...
And then he goes on to say, "Oh yeah, I even saw a woman straighten up thinking she was going to get to see some crack..."
At this point I had to laugh and I know he was just trying to bring a stressful hour back down to pure humor. But still, I'd rather talking about the big spandex butt of the instructor instead of the hopes and dreams of a crack peek from the dance crowd.
My husband agreed that dinner out sounded like a better way to spend the last minutes of dance class...
"Yeah, let's go spend money on something I actually ENJOY!" he said.
And with that, we ordered two beers upon arrival and watched our little ballerina dance freestyle from within the confines of her highchair... and without her tap shoes even.
The tap shoes have been a real issue. This ~dance studio~ is hyper sensative about dress codes and rules and yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah. From my perspective, we're talking about two year olds here... so I feel they can take their strict, knotted panty routines and throw them out the window.
But anyways, the tap shoes... Week before last we noticed that the tap shoes my daughter had really overly emphasized her walking inward on her ankles. It looks a bit like what someone who doesn't know how to ice skate looks like when they are first out on the ice and their skates are tied loosely. Naturally this concerned us and we returned the shoes. The other style that the store offered, doesn't come in a size small enough for my little one. I called several other places to try on shoes, and no one carries them small enough. Unless it's the one kind we already tried and like I said, we know those don't work.
The inward walking on her ankles is normal for her age, I'll spare you the long explanation... talked with an Orthopedist about it. He recommended that unless I could find tap shoes that didn't emphasize the inward walking and that were also comfortable enough for her to wear around... that I should leave her in her ballet shoes for the duration of the hour. Besides, what harm could be done with wearing ballet shoes instead of tap shoes? Wouldn't that actually be a blessing? One less toddler stomping around loudly.
So last week came and went with nothing said about the hour long ballet shoe wearing.
This week I was met with, "What??? No tap shoes yet???" by the dance instructor.
"Well, no. And she'll be wearing ballet shoes for the whole time. (insert Orthopedist explanation) And I tried finding more options for her to try on, but no one carries them in her size."
The woman and I really don't get along for some reason. I'm not sure why. I get along easily with most people.
"Well, what about the recital? She has to have tap shoes for that..."
"She's not in the recital."
"Oh. Ok. Well, it's just for thirty minutes...more like twenty minutes... she'd only be wearing the tap shoes for that long."
I don't know about you, but I think I'd listen to an MD over a dance instructor when it comes to the bone structure and developmental health of my child.
"Next year when she's older, and the shoes fit her better, I'm sure this won't be an issue."
"You need to keep in mind that with her wearing ballet shoes she won't be learning the steps properly for tap."
"She's two..." I say, "I think she'll be okay..."
"You can just stuff tissue in the toe of the shoe..."
"Uh, length isn't the problem here. It's the caved in ankles... the inward walking... you know, her walking on her ankles..."
"You MIGHT want to just think about it..." and she gave me that grimmace and bitchy laughter to point out how aghast she was at what she took as ridiculous behavior on my part.
"It is something to think about, but like YOU pointed out... it is only twenty minutes... I do think she'll be fine in ballet shoes."
And dance class began.
The kids were just off key today. It's strange how that happens. Some days everyone is just fine as fine can be and then other days, there's at least a couple that cry nonstop and that snowballs several others into crying... My daughter finally joined in with twenty minutes left to go.. the ballet portion mind you... the portion of class where she was actually wearing the PROPER shoes.
I don't have the energy to type out how obnoxiously the instructor handled one situation with a crying child... just that I think she made things worse.
With about twelve minutes left of class, my daughter was crying for ~Daddy~ and for her little sister and absolutely refused to stay inside the dance class room. So we left...
I picked her up and with my frazzled brain, actually sat her in the baby carrier and started to try strapping her in.
My husband responds with laughter, "What ARE you doing??"
Pulling my senses back to coherency, "Oh right! Wrong Kid!"
As I'm switching children, the man sitting next to us finally couldn't contain his laughter any longer and let it go free...
I'm a walking comedy show, I swear.
And then my husband goes on to tell me how watching my butt in the mirrors of the dance class was a really nice change up from the bouncing, big, black spandex butt of the instructor...
..and how all the guys straightened up every time I bent over because my low rise pants showed promise of delivering a little peek of my crack...
He's so fully of it! Honestly...
And then he goes on to say, "Oh yeah, I even saw a woman straighten up thinking she was going to get to see some crack..."
At this point I had to laugh and I know he was just trying to bring a stressful hour back down to pure humor. But still, I'd rather talking about the big spandex butt of the instructor instead of the hopes and dreams of a crack peek from the dance crowd.
My husband agreed that dinner out sounded like a better way to spend the last minutes of dance class...
"Yeah, let's go spend money on something I actually ENJOY!" he said.
And with that, we ordered two beers upon arrival and watched our little ballerina dance freestyle from within the confines of her highchair... and without her tap shoes even.
Let It Be Known...
The word
means
It's taken me DAYS to figure that out and it was driving everyone just short of straight-jacket crazy!
Baan - Dough
means
Ballet
It's taken me DAYS to figure that out and it was driving everyone just short of straight-jacket crazy!
Yay!
For those who are concerned...
I won the eBay auction for the motherboard I need...hooray!
I imagine I'll get it in the next few days and then let the construction begin!
Well, deconstruction and then construction!
I won the eBay auction for the motherboard I need...hooray!
I imagine I'll get it in the next few days and then let the construction begin!
Well, deconstruction and then construction!
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I'm Ready
The weather has been yicky the last few days. Cold. Rainy. Bleh.
I know my readers are tired of hearing about how I'm looking forward to my trip to Hawaii, but I am really.looking.forward. to.my.trip.to.Hawaii!
Over at Leesa's Blog I found the link to make a cute doll character. In a brief moment of daydreaming today, I created a doll inspired by my desire to go to Hawaii.
I gave up the idea of dieting. It was affecting my ability to nurse the baby properly. And right now, feeding the baby is FAR more important than me looking svelt. So I shelved the diet idea until later...
But! I'm doing crunches every day. Walking. Chasing the kids around. And really making a serious effort to get in my seventy two ounces of water a day which is what's recommended for breastfeeding mothers.
I'm not a water drinker naturally, so it's a chore for me... but I think I feel better because of it. Aside from the never ending hassle of always having to go potty.
My crunches are showing improvements... I even bought a new bikini!
I adore it! The skirt is entirely too cute and I'm looking forward to sporting it around. Now just to find another cute bikini top with some to die for board shorts and I'll be set!
I wonder how much my oldest daughter will remember when we get there. We took her when she was eight months old...some of you might remember. And our youngest daughter...well, she'll be pretty young still to probably recall when we bring her the next time, but who knows.
I can't wait!
I know my readers are tired of hearing about how I'm looking forward to my trip to Hawaii, but I am really.looking.forward. to.my.trip.to.Hawaii!
Over at Leesa's Blog I found the link to make a cute doll character. In a brief moment of daydreaming today, I created a doll inspired by my desire to go to Hawaii.
I gave up the idea of dieting. It was affecting my ability to nurse the baby properly. And right now, feeding the baby is FAR more important than me looking svelt. So I shelved the diet idea until later...
But! I'm doing crunches every day. Walking. Chasing the kids around. And really making a serious effort to get in my seventy two ounces of water a day which is what's recommended for breastfeeding mothers.
I'm not a water drinker naturally, so it's a chore for me... but I think I feel better because of it. Aside from the never ending hassle of always having to go potty.
My crunches are showing improvements... I even bought a new bikini!
I adore it! The skirt is entirely too cute and I'm looking forward to sporting it around. Now just to find another cute bikini top with some to die for board shorts and I'll be set!
I wonder how much my oldest daughter will remember when we get there. We took her when she was eight months old...some of you might remember. And our youngest daughter...well, she'll be pretty young still to probably recall when we bring her the next time, but who knows.
I can't wait!
Just Two
I went to the eye doctor again yesterday. Silly ol' eye. I get to go back in three more weeks too. That time though, I'm also getting fitted for new contacts and new lenses... keeping the frames though!
In the waiting room of this Opthamalogist, I kid you not, the doctor has a WALL SIZED photo of his family. The thing is huge. I kind of chuckled while looking at it as I waited for my name to be called in the waiting room. At the same time though, it was nice to see someone so proud of their family. I wonder though.. was the picture his idea, or his wife's?
He has six boys. SIX. No girls. That's a heck of a lot of kids anyways... but all boys. Wow.
When I finally saw the doctor, I commented, "I noticed your picture in the waiting room." (I mean really, it was entirely impossible to miss... not that I pointed that out.)
"Yeah..."
"Yeah, wow, six boys! You're wife is a busy lady."
"Yes, she is. So you have ~just~ the two girls?"
"Yes, although I don't know if I'd say ~just~ two... I don't think I could manage more than that right now."
I mean, give me a break! JUST TWO? I guess in comparison to six boys though, two girls does seem simple and easy.
In the waiting room of this Opthamalogist, I kid you not, the doctor has a WALL SIZED photo of his family. The thing is huge. I kind of chuckled while looking at it as I waited for my name to be called in the waiting room. At the same time though, it was nice to see someone so proud of their family. I wonder though.. was the picture his idea, or his wife's?
He has six boys. SIX. No girls. That's a heck of a lot of kids anyways... but all boys. Wow.
When I finally saw the doctor, I commented, "I noticed your picture in the waiting room." (I mean really, it was entirely impossible to miss... not that I pointed that out.)
"Yeah..."
"Yeah, wow, six boys! You're wife is a busy lady."
"Yes, she is. So you have ~just~ the two girls?"
"Yes, although I don't know if I'd say ~just~ two... I don't think I could manage more than that right now."
I mean, give me a break! JUST TWO? I guess in comparison to six boys though, two girls does seem simple and easy.
Oops
Ok so I really shouldn't have put the hat on Munchkin #2's head with her hair all wet...
She's not very happy with me that her hair dried looking so ridiculous.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Unconscious Mutterings
- Glass castle:: heart
- Preserved:: mummy
- Jealousy:: ugly monster
- Territory:: turf
- Coffee:: salvation
- Stephen:: husband's middle name
- Slut:: low self esteem
- Dynamic:: HTML
- Daybreak:: a fresh start
- Dew:: Mother Nature's tears washing away the heartache of the day before.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Any Good?
We stopped at a market today during our drive, because I had such a taste for something sweet.
At the counter, the owner had sitting there a container of these new wafer crisp cookies made with Oreos. It was like a Kit-Kat only an Oreo cookie version.
So many times I ask the obvious and I usually end up kicking myself for it later...
"So, are these any good?" I ask, pointing to the container of wafer Oreo cookies.
"Well, of course they are...
...We tasted them.
...We thought they tasted good.
...We thought others might like them too.
...So we bought them and put them for sale in our market here..."
"Oh yeah...I do suppose you wouldn't be selling them if you didn't think they tasted good."
I hate it when I ask ridiculous questions.
And my husband thought it was quite comical too and reminded me of probably the most embarassing time I asked an obvious question.
We had traveled to Disney World and as luck would have it, one of Disney's long time illustrators was there drawing for people. He started working for Walk Disney with the movie Snow White and worked continually up through The Jungle Book. Then his neice took his place on the illustrator team. Pretty cool I thought.
There was a long, and I do mean VERY long, line of people waiting to talk with this great artist. We had waited for I don't know how long...and when it was our turn to have him draw for us and to have our prized conversation, there were easily 100 people waiting patiently behind us for their turn.
As we watched the man draw a picture of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves for us, I asked...
"So... You like to draw?"
Sigh. Sometimes I don't know why such silly things roll off my tongue. My husband is still brought to tears with laughter when he recollects this event in our past.
I'm good for humor if nothing else in this life.
At the counter, the owner had sitting there a container of these new wafer crisp cookies made with Oreos. It was like a Kit-Kat only an Oreo cookie version.
So many times I ask the obvious and I usually end up kicking myself for it later...
"So, are these any good?" I ask, pointing to the container of wafer Oreo cookies.
"Well, of course they are...
...We tasted them.
...We thought they tasted good.
...We thought others might like them too.
...So we bought them and put them for sale in our market here..."
"Oh yeah...I do suppose you wouldn't be selling them if you didn't think they tasted good."
I hate it when I ask ridiculous questions.
And my husband thought it was quite comical too and reminded me of probably the most embarassing time I asked an obvious question.
We had traveled to Disney World and as luck would have it, one of Disney's long time illustrators was there drawing for people. He started working for Walk Disney with the movie Snow White and worked continually up through The Jungle Book. Then his neice took his place on the illustrator team. Pretty cool I thought.
There was a long, and I do mean VERY long, line of people waiting to talk with this great artist. We had waited for I don't know how long...and when it was our turn to have him draw for us and to have our prized conversation, there were easily 100 people waiting patiently behind us for their turn.
As we watched the man draw a picture of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves for us, I asked...
"So... You like to draw?"
Sigh. Sometimes I don't know why such silly things roll off my tongue. My husband is still brought to tears with laughter when he recollects this event in our past.
I'm good for humor if nothing else in this life.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Where I'm At
My computer is still broken. In fact, it's not a single iota closer to being fixed. I have to order a new motherboard. I have no motivation to look. The motherboard I need is on it's way out and it's new and improved version is on it's way in... 478 to 775. Ideally I should order a 775, but then my processor wouldn't fit. Which would mean I'd have to get a new CPU - which I don't want to do. So I'm going to just track down the icky unloved motherboard that I've already got - only a version that's functioning.
Then I have to disassmeble my computer and put in the new motherboard into the case and all the goodies that help my computer make it run so well. And then the new fresh install of Windows OS XP and then alllll the lovely programs that were on my HD. Good times. Good times.
I'm still adjusting to the laptop. For me, it's really different typing on a laptop. Finding myself comfy cozy on the couch - although right now I'm pretty darn comfy cozy because both munchkins are napping.
The sun has started breaking through the incessant rain we've had...barely and briefly. I'm very much ready for our trip to Hawaii. It's been cold here! And I realize that cold where I live in by far not cold according to the cold standards of other areas of the nation, but my blood is already thinned out and Brr! I'm cold and have been cold a lot lately!
I bought some new shorts to prepare for the trip and a new bikini top. I'm not sure the bikini top is something I like but it will have to make do until I can find THE perfect bikini top and board shorts in Hawaii.
And in other news, I got a new double stroller. I had a front to back stroller for the girls, but I just never meshed well with it. We returned it and I got a new side by side stroller. I LOVE it! And it's not foo foo fluffy girly green in color... instead it's a nice black, red and grey.. and it handles a lot better too. Ok so the fact that I rave on and on about a new stroller shows that I definately need more excitement in my life.
I did go out for a beer with my husband two nights last week... drank a beer in a REAL bar sitting AT the bar. And then went to a Brew House Pub for green beer on St. Patty's Day. Although I was tired, as usual, it was fun to be out socializing with people my own age!
But now, I need to catch up on some of my blog reading before a munchkin comes a-callin' for me!
Then I have to disassmeble my computer and put in the new motherboard into the case and all the goodies that help my computer make it run so well. And then the new fresh install of Windows OS XP and then alllll the lovely programs that were on my HD. Good times. Good times.
I'm still adjusting to the laptop. For me, it's really different typing on a laptop. Finding myself comfy cozy on the couch - although right now I'm pretty darn comfy cozy because both munchkins are napping.
The sun has started breaking through the incessant rain we've had...barely and briefly. I'm very much ready for our trip to Hawaii. It's been cold here! And I realize that cold where I live in by far not cold according to the cold standards of other areas of the nation, but my blood is already thinned out and Brr! I'm cold and have been cold a lot lately!
I bought some new shorts to prepare for the trip and a new bikini top. I'm not sure the bikini top is something I like but it will have to make do until I can find THE perfect bikini top and board shorts in Hawaii.
And in other news, I got a new double stroller. I had a front to back stroller for the girls, but I just never meshed well with it. We returned it and I got a new side by side stroller. I LOVE it! And it's not foo foo fluffy girly green in color... instead it's a nice black, red and grey.. and it handles a lot better too. Ok so the fact that I rave on and on about a new stroller shows that I definately need more excitement in my life.
I did go out for a beer with my husband two nights last week... drank a beer in a REAL bar sitting AT the bar. And then went to a Brew House Pub for green beer on St. Patty's Day. Although I was tired, as usual, it was fun to be out socializing with people my own age!
But now, I need to catch up on some of my blog reading before a munchkin comes a-callin' for me!
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Unconscious Mutterings
- Sugar rush:: Chocolate Chip Cookies
- Chemical:: Brothers
- Suspension:: Car
- Defending:: Freedom
- Conference:: Just Give Me A Memo Instead
- Dance:: Wednesdays@430pm
- Weather:: Sunny
- Fuel:: Coffee
- Heartbreak:: When You Least Expect It
- Insult:: Add It To Injury
Friday, March 17, 2006
Guest Blogger
I got a call from Insanity this morning and she wanted you to all know that she is still battling computer problems. She'll be back blogging as soon as she gets it all straightened out.
~Guest Blogger
~Guest Blogger
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Ugh and Oops
Well, the exciting part of this post is that I'm writing from my new laptop on wireless connection... sitting in front of my fire with a movie on tv all squishy comfy cozy in a recliner chair.
The bad part about this is, No Groovy Tuesday this week. My other computer's graphic's card went kapoot. As I was arguing with my friend about whether the strange and obnoxious lines on my monitor were the monitor itself or the graphics card, my PC just croaked and started physical dumping and that was the end of that with a graphics card display error.
Sooo, a BIG and GIGANTIC sassy face to my friend who thought it was the graphics card.
I did try an old graphics card in my PC, however, it was just too old and I get no graphics at all when using it. So that means I'll be buying a new graphics card sometime this week (hopefully). UntiL I get the PC up and running again, it looks like I'll be pictureless and blogging on my lovely laptop.
Ying and Yang always. The balance of good and evil. My awesome new laptop - the crashing of my desktop. Sigh.
The bad part about this is, No Groovy Tuesday this week. My other computer's graphic's card went kapoot. As I was arguing with my friend about whether the strange and obnoxious lines on my monitor were the monitor itself or the graphics card, my PC just croaked and started physical dumping and that was the end of that with a graphics card display error.
Sooo, a BIG and GIGANTIC sassy face to my friend who thought it was the graphics card.
I did try an old graphics card in my PC, however, it was just too old and I get no graphics at all when using it. So that means I'll be buying a new graphics card sometime this week (hopefully). UntiL I get the PC up and running again, it looks like I'll be pictureless and blogging on my lovely laptop.
Ying and Yang always. The balance of good and evil. My awesome new laptop - the crashing of my desktop. Sigh.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
It Can Do Wonders
It's amazing what a little sleep can do for a person. I was able to nap today for at least two hours. And Munchkin #1 is asleep without my doings. And I'm off to bed with high hopes of getting even more lovely sleep.
I have a doctor's appointment in the morning ... long and ~boring~ story there that I wont bother blogging about. Ridiculous thing really. Eye doctor. But I'm do for a regular check-up anyways... I think I'll keep the glasses frames I have - if I dig em, why ditch em? Right? And new contacts too.
And if this blasted rain would stop falling, maybe I could actually get out and enjoy some fresh air. But regardless of weather, a Costco run is definately in order tomorrow after my doctor's appointment. As things stand now, no one is allowed to do any serious square usage in the bathrooms... we're on our last rolls!
Plus I need soda and beer... my Costco staples.
Ohhh and pssst, my new laptop arrived! And I bought my wireless router today too. Now to find the time to figure out how to hook it all up and get it going...
But first - More sleep! Mmm!
Unconscious Mutterings
- Displacement:: Shifted Emotions
- Grease monkey:: Mechanic
- Vacancy:: Hotel
- Conquer:: My Own Issues
- Payroll:: Automatic Deposit
- Personal:: Hygiene
- Housewife:: Frumpy
- Lateral:: To The Side
- Tissue:: Muscles
- Multiplication:: Baby Rabbits [boom chica bow bow]
Friday, March 10, 2006
A Certain Luxury
The weather has been really yucky lately. Rainy. Cold. Windy.
This means my energy level has been pretty darn low and I've only really felt like snuggling up in my house on the couch.
It doesn't help that we recently got OnDemand with our Cable TV subscription ...which means lots of shows to watch -to start and stop whenever I please- with the touch of a button.
And there's a certain luxury in being able to wear gold silk pajama bottoms, an old grungy Oscar the Grouch t-shirt that reads 'Have a Rotten Day!', and my hair tied up in a sloppy knot...None of which matches in the slightest... and know I'm still loved and adored.
Well, this entry took up about all the energy I have right now... so back to the couch I go.
~yawn~
This means my energy level has been pretty darn low and I've only really felt like snuggling up in my house on the couch.
It doesn't help that we recently got OnDemand with our Cable TV subscription ...which means lots of shows to watch -to start and stop whenever I please- with the touch of a button.
And there's a certain luxury in being able to wear gold silk pajama bottoms, an old grungy Oscar the Grouch t-shirt that reads 'Have a Rotten Day!', and my hair tied up in a sloppy knot...None of which matches in the slightest... and know I'm still loved and adored.
Well, this entry took up about all the energy I have right now... so back to the couch I go.
~yawn~
Thursday, March 09, 2006
This Thong Could Be Yours
After much effort in designing the graphic, I've finally launched my Basset Hound series - will be probably be adding more products with this cute, little guy soon.
All proceeds in the sale of the Basset Hound series go toward Saving Grace Animal Shelter in efforts to find homeless animals loving families.
Click on the above picture (taken from my Store in CafePress.com) to order. Don't miss out on the other products offered as well.
All proceeds in the sale of the Basset Hound series go toward Saving Grace Animal Shelter in efforts to find homeless animals loving families.
Click on the above picture (taken from my Store in CafePress.com) to order. Don't miss out on the other products offered as well.
I'll Take One of These, Please
There's just something very appealing to me about a margarita in a beer mug...
Photo from Bugaboo Creek Steak House.
Thursday Challenge: Nature
"Nature... She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
I can not adequately explain just how small you feel before a sight such as this. You are humbled. And you know in that very moment, that Nature dwarfs you and could quite easily strip you of all power.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
I Hope I Never Fail You
Last night as I was laying in bed drifting off to sleep, I started thinking through my life. Listening to my youngest daughter make little baby sounds in her crib, in the night light lit room, the chapters on Motherhood became the focus of my thoughts.
I'm pioneering through my own motherhood journey. Sure, there's endless books out there in the world for me to read or countless mothers to seek counsel from... but this is still my own journey, my own adventure, my personal world. Where my children rely on me to make their world sparkle, keep turning, continue on without flaw.
I take each day and make it the best to my ability. Nourish and nurture and cuddle and cradle.
And with the overwhelming wave of never wanting to fail my children, I began recollecting my first year of teaching city children in a parochial elementary school.
It was by far the most challenging of all my years of teaching, both before and after that year.
I had thirty-three students all of varying degrees of academic ability. Fourth grade. And all had seen far more in their short lifetime than any child should be expected to at that age.
One of my boys was angry. His anger did not have a good outlet. He was smart and talented, but his anger consumed him. Angry about his home life. Angry that his older brother was in jail for murder. Angry that things weren't better for him. I spent many a day trying to figure out how to break through that barrier... a brick wall he built out of hard emotion to block out anyone that might come wandering past his heart.
Despite my understanding of his anger, there was still necessary discipline that had to be implemented. And that discpline often did not sit well with him. Shortly after the start of the school year, his brother was released from jail. What kind of influence and impact would this put on my student? I soon found out.
As I walked back this student's desk during a lesson of the day, he had written out a death threat for me. How he wanted me dead. He wanted to kill me or have me killed. Naturally, knowing that his brother had just been released from jail for murder... I was a little nervous and had to think for a minute on how to handle this situation. I suppose given the situation I could have had the school involved and had the police called to talk through the matter with the child.
Instead, I gathered my composure - knowing he was confused - and sat down with him while the other children were out playing at recess.
"I noticed you were pretty angry about me disciplining you."
He sat angry and silent with his arms crossed and his body tense. Eyes enraged.
"You're a very smart boy, and surely you know what you were doing was wrong. You also know I couldn't very well just ignore it."
Silence.
"But what I'd really like to talk about is what you wrote. Do you know what you wrote?"
"Yeah."
"So, you would like me dead? You want to take my life away?"
"Yeah."
"Do you know what that means? To take someone's life away?"
Silence.
"It means that I no longer would be breathing. No longer would I be able to wake up every morning and have breakfast and come to school to teach you things. No longer would my family be able to love me and enjoy my company."
Silence but with open eyes.
"You are strong and you like protecting your family, don't you?"
"Well, yeah."
"Well, my husband is the very same way. Think about how he's going to feel when I go home and tell him someone wanted to take my life away. That someone wants me dead and that he can't protect me any more."
The walls begin to crumble and he begins to cry.
"You and I are going to have disagreements on things. I'm going to do things that are going to upset you at times. And you're going to do things that upset me at times. But that doesn't mean I don't care about you. I care about you very much and I would hope that when we disagree on some things you won't let that anger make you so upset that you want to take someone's ... take my... life away because that's forever. You can't give someone's life back after you take it away."
He sits silent with tears running down his face for a couple minutes. I wait.
"I don't want you dead. I'm really sorry."
I truly hope that boy, now man, is living a peaceful, happy life somewhere. And that the anger he once had has been put to rest.
Another student of mine that same year, also consumed with anger, very much struggled with finding value and self-worth in his world.
He was the result of an affair. An affair his father had with a 16 year old girl. An affair that had blinded eyes cast upon it by the wife of the boy's father. So with that, the boy lived with his father and step mother (if that's what you'd call her?) and would see his biological mother one weekend a month. The mother that raised my student gave him very little acknoledgement as she hated him because of what he represented. The father had anger control issues of his own and had had cases brought against him for improper relations with his older daughter and physical abuse against his wife.
One day, like so many others, my student was angry. He was tired of being picked on for being the smallest boy in the class. He was tired of any fraction of discipline. And while the exact trigger event escapes my memory, he completely lost his sense of control one day. Most likely it was after having spent a weekend with his birth mother.
He started shoving desks around the room. Throwing books. Throwing papers.
Screamed, "You are such a white b-(bleep)!!!" at me while throwing more things.
I sought assistance to control him and calm him. His father was called.
I really wish, looking back, that his father had not been called.
The boy's father showed up at school. Walked into the classroom like an eerie calm before a storm.
The entire class apparently knew more than I did about the boy's father and they all sunk in their chairs upon his arrival. I stood quietly.
The boy's father gave a lecture to the class about respect and proper treatment of an adult. His eyes were glassy and his smile seemed nearly senile. It was an odd feeling standing there... feeling the energy being contained behind the man's unruffled appearance.
He looked at his son, who was standing next to him cold and collected with eyes that had such deep hatred looking out from within, and told him to apologize to me.
The boy let out a soft spoken, "sorry", from a body of crossed arms and tensed muscles as if protecting himself.
At that moment, I didn't understand it. In the next moment, I would.
The crazed man being kept hostage within that man of false tranquility was finally released.
He gave his son a smile that was joined with a furious gaze and we all proceeded to watch this little boy have the near life beat out of him as the father did not feel the "sorry" he gave was proper.
I was scared watching this boy being flung around the room. I was frozen with fear. I wasn't quite sure what to do. I hated seeing what I was seeing. The students sat scared but with a sense of familiarity as if they had seen this sort of occurrance before.
The boy's father stopped and plopped his son in front of me.
"I'm very sorry for what I said and it won't happen again" with eyes full of fear and tears running his face.
"Now you go sit down, Boy. Don't make the school call me again. I will come back. You know I will. And you don't want that."
And with that the father walked out of the classroom. No one said a word for the next few minutes. I wanted to put the little boy in my lap and rock him and tell him I was sorry. I wanted to rewind time and erase what just happened. I wanted to rewind time even more and have this little boy born into a loving family that would cherish him instead of torment him.
I truly hope that boy, now man, is living a peaceful, happy life somewhere. I hope he is valued and loved in such a way that even the most valued and loved man would feel envious.
Another student of mine that year, was a boy who was shuffled from one foster home to the next. His father was never in the picture and his mother very much prefered her syringe over her child. He was angry. He wanted his mother's love. He was so tired of going from one family to the next. The boy had a horrible social worker - one who couldn't keep an appointment with me for the life of her. I never knew if my day with my student would be one filled with tears or one filled with anger. I just took each day as it came with him. He hated me. He loved me. Bitter sweet. I tried my best each day to give him my all. He tried each day to break me and test my strength on if I too would leave him or give up on him.
One day he was playing with a small bouncing ball in class while I was trying to teach. He was bouncing it and making as much of a disturbance as he could. I asked him numerous times in passing to put it away and to pay attention. He would toss me that "I'm so testing you~" smile and continue on. When he has mustered up enough of an audience where the disruption couldn't be looked past, I had to stop my lesson and directly address the situation. Naturally, this was exactly what he wanted. However, he wanted me to get upset. He wanted to make me angry at him. After all, it's what he was used to with the other people in his life. It was a call for a response... he wanted attention. If he wasn't going to get it through love, well, through anger and frustration was at least some sort of attention in his eyes.
I just calmly continued to ask him to put the ball away... and when he refused, I explained to him that the ball now belonged to me and that he needed to hand it to me. He continued to refuse. I continued to calmly ask for it. Then he smiled at the class, and looked me in the face, and put the ball down his pants and moved it about and then walked it to me and held it out for me to take. It was vulgar and gross. It was for shock value. I kept composed.
"Well, now it needs to go into the trash. So please bring it over to the trashcan and throw it away. Go on. It belongs there now after such a display."
I didn't raise my voice. I didn't yell at him. I wasn't going to take the ball, nor let him keep it... and his eyes filled with tears and he threw the ball away.
He rarely tested me after that, but sadly, his foster homes kept changing more often than the weather and his school work suffered tremendously.
I truly hope that boy, now man, is living a peaceful, happy life somewhere. And that he has a family that looks up to him and that there is a strong sense of committment there.
While there's so many more children from this one class that I could write about, each with a touching story, there's one child that I'd like to finish this post with.
He was being raised by his grandparents. His grandmother was a sweet, old, woman. One who didn't know how to read or write. His grandfather was a drunk. And such a long term drunk, that he had no whites to his eyes... they were bloodshot and yellow. A quiet man, but my student said he wasn't so quiet when he had really been drinking.
When my student's mother was put in jail for drug use, the grandparents took him in and raised him as their own child. The father had never been in the picture. This was really a blessing for the boy. His grandmother started taking classes to learn how to read and write so that she could help my student with his work. I was coming in to the scene, as this was now fourth grade, and they took custody in first grade.
It was obvious that the boy suffered from Fetal Alcohol Effects. He knew his mother was in jail. He asked about her often. He tried very hard with his studies, but his mind was not focused on academics very often, and when it was, his frustration was high because he simply could not do the work... even when I modified it for him. But nevertheless, he tried. He tried until he cried most days. And even then, he continued to try. He would tell me how he wanted to be smart and wanted to be a good reader and wanted to get all the math answers correct.
And if my heart hadn't already broken so many other times during that school year and would continue breaking even after the coming event I'm going to tell you about, it truly broke in half when this student asked me one simple question.
We were studying a lesson in Health. It was the chapter about drug and alcohol use. It was a normal lesson that you'd expect for children - don't do drugs. Drugs that aren't prescribed by a doctor are dangerous. Drinking too much is not good for you and is dangerous. And then there was a section in the chapter that explained how doing drugs and drinking while you're pregnant is very dangerous for the baby. And how it can affect them even after they are born.
As the lesson wrapped up, my student walked up to me fidgeting...
"I have a question."
"Ok, what is it...ask away..." I said, being completely unprepared for what he was going to ask.
"I'm stupid because my mom did drugs and drank when she was pregnant with me, aren't I? I know she did drugs and drank a lot. Is that why I'm stupid? She's in jail for drugs and drinking. Did she make me stupid?"
And I really didn't know what to say at first. Probably because my heart was in the process of breaking into a million pieces for this little boy who struggled so hard with his studies yet seemed to have such a sincere grasp on life.
He continued to stare at me with his eyes filled with tears and his fidgety body with his hands running over the top of his head and his feet shuffling on the floor from side to side...
"Well? Did she? I mean, I love my mom, but is she why I am like I am?"
I put my hands on his shoulders to steady him a bit and look him in the eyes.
"Your mom loves you very much, and she didn't make you stupid. You are very smart, you just have to work a little bit harder sometimes. And that's okay, because we all have to work harder at some things than others. We're all different that way. We're all good at some things and struggle with other things."
I gave him a hug and sent him on his way.
He turned back to me when he reached his desk, "You know, I am smart...I'm just different."
I truly hope that boy, now man, is living a peaceful, happy life somewhere. And that he has found every little thing he's good at and has been recognized for it and made to feel special and bright.
I want to be a solid foundation for my children, for my family, for myself. I hope I never fail.
Groovy Guess Tuesday #3
Take your guess.... what is this?
Will you be my next SmartyPants Winner on my sidebar?
(Something found in my house.)
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Monday, March 06, 2006
Rock Me In Style
So apparently after counseling me on appropriate diaper sizes, my toddler has now taken up her own House of Style attitude. I sat on her bed last night to rock her to sleep and she did not want to sit in my lap. She started babbling in her toddler babble on and on and then ran out of the room, returning with a pair of my black stretch pants. I looked at her confused and she continued to babble with intense determination.
Now, I thought I was dressed fairly acceptable considering that I was just lounging in my own home and it was night time and well within the time frame of pajamas and not having to impress anyone.
That's not how my little one saw it though.
She started pointing to the flowers on my yellow t-shirt and specifically pointed out that they were outlined in black. Then she tugged at my grey stretch pants and began waving the black stretch pants in the air, babbling all the while.
"No no honey, Mommy doesn't want to change her clothes...come let Mommy rock you to sleep."
"No, Mommy!..." with more insessant waving of the black stretch pants.
So, to keep the Fashion Police at bay, I switched pants and my daughter immediately crawled into my lap and went to sleep.
What kind of fashion diva am I raising?!
Now, I thought I was dressed fairly acceptable considering that I was just lounging in my own home and it was night time and well within the time frame of pajamas and not having to impress anyone.
That's not how my little one saw it though.
She started pointing to the flowers on my yellow t-shirt and specifically pointed out that they were outlined in black. Then she tugged at my grey stretch pants and began waving the black stretch pants in the air, babbling all the while.
"No no honey, Mommy doesn't want to change her clothes...come let Mommy rock you to sleep."
"No, Mommy!..." with more insessant waving of the black stretch pants.
So, to keep the Fashion Police at bay, I switched pants and my daughter immediately crawled into my lap and went to sleep.
What kind of fashion diva am I raising?!
Sunday, March 05, 2006
There Is A Difference Between 2s and 5s.
You know you're tired when you don't realize you're trying to put your 3 month old's diaper on your two year old's hiney until your two year old tells you so...
Unconscious Mutterings
- Upgrade:: To First Class
- Happy ending:: Cinderella
- Stale:: Bread
- Tripping:: Daisies
- Working:: My arse off
- Explicit:: Language
- Happy place:: Our term for a dog's indoor kennel "Go get in your happy place!"
- Tornado:: What hit my living room this morning. aka My Toddler
- Medication:: Got anything stronger???
- Muppet:: Jim Henson
Saturday, March 04, 2006
New Stuffs!
It's been a really long day. One filled with headaches and tiredness and all that other really whiney stuff that I'm sure my readers don't really want to hear about.
But aside from all that balogna, I opened up a storefront for InsanityInfusion.com.
Given my lack of tremendous free time, the merchandise available will broaden over time and currently there's just a mug for sale.
Hopefully in this next week, I'll have more options.
If there's a photo of mine that you absolutely love and would like to see listed in merchandise, please leave me a note either on the photo itself in flickr, or in a comment in this post and I'll be happy to get it up and going on the storefront for you. You can also email me if that works out better for you.
No requests for pictures of my daughters on merchandise, please.
This is exciting for me and I am really looking forward to having a lot of fun with this!
There's a few links to my storefront on my sidebar, however the direct link is http://www.cafepress.com/msinsanity.
Thanks again to all my readers for coming back and reading and being part of my life whether you lurk, comment, and/or email!
But aside from all that balogna, I opened up a storefront for InsanityInfusion.com.
Given my lack of tremendous free time, the merchandise available will broaden over time and currently there's just a mug for sale.
Hopefully in this next week, I'll have more options.
If there's a photo of mine that you absolutely love and would like to see listed in merchandise, please leave me a note either on the photo itself in flickr, or in a comment in this post and I'll be happy to get it up and going on the storefront for you. You can also email me if that works out better for you.
No requests for pictures of my daughters on merchandise, please.
This is exciting for me and I am really looking forward to having a lot of fun with this!
There's a few links to my storefront on my sidebar, however the direct link is http://www.cafepress.com/msinsanity.
Thanks again to all my readers for coming back and reading and being part of my life whether you lurk, comment, and/or email!
Friday, March 03, 2006
I'm In The Mood
It's raining yet.again.outside. It's been raining all day, but this afternoon it's really raining and dark and yucky outside.
And as I sit here feeling warm and cozy inside my house while it's cold, wet, and icky outside - I really want a hot mocha. One that's steamy hot. One that I have to wait to sip on or I'll burn my tongue. Because being forced to wait is as though the mocha is teasing me and that makes it taste all that much better when I can finally have it. One that is full of all the yummy calories. With whip and whole milk so it's extra creamy. With all the normal pumps of chocolate to make it rich. One that I can cherish and cuddle with so that my hands are warmed by the heat transferred through the mug. One with all the caffeine so I can feel that buzz like I could suddenly run a marathon even though I haven't slept well in days.
I'm in the mood for a mocha.
Image from Starbucks.
And as I sit here feeling warm and cozy inside my house while it's cold, wet, and icky outside - I really want a hot mocha. One that's steamy hot. One that I have to wait to sip on or I'll burn my tongue. Because being forced to wait is as though the mocha is teasing me and that makes it taste all that much better when I can finally have it. One that is full of all the yummy calories. With whip and whole milk so it's extra creamy. With all the normal pumps of chocolate to make it rich. One that I can cherish and cuddle with so that my hands are warmed by the heat transferred through the mug. One with all the caffeine so I can feel that buzz like I could suddenly run a marathon even though I haven't slept well in days.
I'm in the mood for a mocha.
Image from Starbucks.
We've Done It Now!
Hurry up May and get here!! We're off to Hawaii - bought the plane tickets yesterday.
Surf, Sand, Sun... and Plate Lunches! (Yes, I know how disgustingly horrible they are for me, but I want one anyways... maybe two or three!)
However, I really am going to hit it hard now on trying to get this body of mine into some sort of half way decent looking bundle of beach babeness... Is that possible?
Not if I keep stuffing my face with junk food all.day.long. Not if it keeps raining.all.the.time. Not if I keep avoiding my crunches and leg lifts.
But we're going in May... I.just.can't.wait!
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Plastic Soup Anyone?
I found these neat little plastic veggies and fruits that are halved and velcro'd together for easy separations and rejoining. I've been eating pretend meals all morning long. The lastest, which was just now set on my computer table, is a lovely assortment of broccoli, carrot, strawberry, and orange bits. Mmm Mmm!
I haven't wanted to invest the money into buying Munchkin #1 a stove... mostly because of space. We've got enough space consuming things going on in the house where we certainly don't need more clutter in the shape of a gigundus play stove. So I made her one out of an old box, tin foil, orange and white tagboard, and a black marker affixing it all with my glue gun.
It serves it purpose, and when I'm sick of looking at it or she grows disinterested - Recycle Bin Here I Come! without a tear shed for lost $$$.
Which actually may be sooner than later, because as resourceful as my daughter is, she's also just figured out that Mommy's Homemade Stove serves as a GREAT step stool in reaching all those out-of-reach-no-nos.
Life with a toddler is ~never~ dull.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
A First
Today was my daughter's very first dance class. Considering she was the youngest one in the class and she's starting late compared to the others due to the fact that she HAD to be two first...I think it went really well.
She absolutely loved the hour she spent there, even though about mid way I was beckoned from the doorway to "come control your child" because she was all over the place. Really she was just being a brand new two year old who hasn't been in such a structured environment with so many pretty ballerinas to play with. Nevertheless, I went in to "control" her.
The hardest part for her was when they had to take turns doing tumbling on the mat. She thought doing rolls and wheelbarrow walking was so much fun, she wanted it to be her turn every time. I had to hold her while she screamed. That was a lot of fun. Let.me.tell.you. But once that was over with, she was back to zipping around the danceroom and singing and blabbering.
For her first formal event for mimicking another adult aside from her parents, I think she did marvelously. She stomped when she was supposed to. She waved her arms and wiggled her fingers right on que. She even pointed her toes and kicked her feet while holding onto the ballet bars just as she was told - with a little assistance from the teacher of course.
((I just love her baby potbelly in this picture.))
She was just squirrely. Entirely squirrel really. She wanted to explore everything. And she's fast too. Definately gave this teacher a good workout chasing after her. I counted at least four times when my sweet little bundle of joy snatched the paper the teacher was working off of and made a mad dash across the room. And for some reason, my affectionate little busy body had no quams about planting herself in the middle of the activity circle of ballerinas, nor did she seem to think for the slightest second that maybe she shouldn't be hogging the teacher by sitting directly in her lap instead of to her side like all the other little girls.
It was definately a great laugh... I hope next week goes better as far as her minding. The curiosity has got to wear off...right?
She absolutely loved the hour she spent there, even though about mid way I was beckoned from the doorway to "come control your child" because she was all over the place. Really she was just being a brand new two year old who hasn't been in such a structured environment with so many pretty ballerinas to play with. Nevertheless, I went in to "control" her.
The hardest part for her was when they had to take turns doing tumbling on the mat. She thought doing rolls and wheelbarrow walking was so much fun, she wanted it to be her turn every time. I had to hold her while she screamed. That was a lot of fun. Let.me.tell.you. But once that was over with, she was back to zipping around the danceroom and singing and blabbering.
For her first formal event for mimicking another adult aside from her parents, I think she did marvelously. She stomped when she was supposed to. She waved her arms and wiggled her fingers right on que. She even pointed her toes and kicked her feet while holding onto the ballet bars just as she was told - with a little assistance from the teacher of course.
((I just love her baby potbelly in this picture.))
She was just squirrely. Entirely squirrel really. She wanted to explore everything. And she's fast too. Definately gave this teacher a good workout chasing after her. I counted at least four times when my sweet little bundle of joy snatched the paper the teacher was working off of and made a mad dash across the room. And for some reason, my affectionate little busy body had no quams about planting herself in the middle of the activity circle of ballerinas, nor did she seem to think for the slightest second that maybe she shouldn't be hogging the teacher by sitting directly in her lap instead of to her side like all the other little girls.
It was definately a great laugh... I hope next week goes better as far as her minding. The curiosity has got to wear off...right?
Calling All Birds
I couldn't find any good bird feeders the other day when we walked to the store, but I did manage to find a few colorful plant pot saucers. I picked up five, each in a different color, and filled them with seed.
It's been a quiet adventure on my fence ledge... I've noticed that some of the seed has been nibbled on, but haven't caught any birds in action there.
This morning I moved one of the saucers out on to the back wall behind my house just beyond the fence..
I caught this little guy stuffing his face. The other birds haven't caught on yet and he had great determination such as to say, "Yeee Hawww buffet is ALL mine!"
I'm hoping word (or chirp) will get out and more birds will come dining soon.
It's been a quiet adventure on my fence ledge... I've noticed that some of the seed has been nibbled on, but haven't caught any birds in action there.
This morning I moved one of the saucers out on to the back wall behind my house just beyond the fence..
I caught this little guy stuffing his face. The other birds haven't caught on yet and he had great determination such as to say, "Yeee Hawww buffet is ALL mine!"
I'm hoping word (or chirp) will get out and more birds will come dining soon.
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