We had a busy day yesterday. Between dropping off and picking up chickens and my two meetings I barley was home. My wonderful husband picked the chickens up from school as I had a CPR class to take, just a side not for those of you who don't know what CPR is it is short for Chickens Personal Rights. So I was at my "Chickens Personal Rights" class learning how to save our youngest chicken if anything happened and he stopped breathing, as breathing is a "personal right" of a chicken, got it? Moving on. I was at my CPR class and Coby was taking care of the chickens back at the coop. I came home from the CPR class for a few minutes only to leave again for another meeting. A 'FOC' meeting, "Friends of Chickens" in case you did not know. So again my wonderful husband stayed at the coop to corral the chickens. When I arrived home the chickens were just about ready to go to bed so we said our chicken prayers and tucked them in their chicken beds. As I went about the coop I found and interesting little curl in our bathroom and just feet away from that said curl was a pair of my hair scissors. Now at first you may wonder just who could have committed this 'hair cutting scissor using" crime, but with my super crime fighting skills I got to the bottom of it. you see we only have 5 chickens in our home, so it was simply a process of elimination and it went a little something like this...
Brittany...already committed the 'hair cutting scissor using' crime when she was 5. Shes out.
Justin...already committed the 'shirt cutting scissor using' crime when he was 6. Hes out.
Michael...never touches things he is not supposed to. Hes out.
Mikayle...too short to touch the counter to get said scissors to commit the 'hair cutting scissor using crime'. Hes out.
That leaves us with one little chicken. One little Curly headed Chicken. One little Curly headed, does not like to listen and obey Chicken. One little Curly headed does not like to listen and obey, likes to touch things she shouldn't chicken. in case you are still confused I am talking about Rebekah, Chicken number four. The child I have to constantly tell to say to me "thank you Mommy for this opportunity to listen and obey." instead of pout and throw a fit. Yes, that chicken. When she emerged from her little chicken bed this morning I examined her and found that yes she did in fact get my scissors and cut one big fat curl off her beautiful little chicken head. Does EVERY chicken have to commit this crime!?!?!?!
August 27, 2010
August 15, 2010
I REALLY should be more careful...
I got an email today.
I was excited at the caption.
It grabbed my eye.
It had me wondering at its contents.
It simply read: 5 things to do with Chickens
When I read that caption it had me saying to myself "This is just what a tired Mom needs in the last weeks before school start. I wonder just what ideas they may have." So with thoughts of little chicken games and chicken ideas to jump start my creative mommy juices, as my excitement grew I opened the email...
I was SHOCKED!! Would you believe that email had NOTHING to do with chicken games?!?!? I KNOW!!! Would you believe that its so called "ideas" where things like: "stuffed" chickens, "grilled" chickens and "GLAZED" chicken. I was horrified. How could anyone be so morbid? How could anyone be so cruel? I had no idea there where people in the world with such sick twisted minds. I really need to be more careful who I give my email address to.
I was excited at the caption.
It grabbed my eye.
It had me wondering at its contents.
It simply read: 5 things to do with Chickens
When I read that caption it had me saying to myself "This is just what a tired Mom needs in the last weeks before school start. I wonder just what ideas they may have." So with thoughts of little chicken games and chicken ideas to jump start my creative mommy juices, as my excitement grew I opened the email...
I was SHOCKED!! Would you believe that email had NOTHING to do with chicken games?!?!? I KNOW!!! Would you believe that its so called "ideas" where things like: "stuffed" chickens, "grilled" chickens and "GLAZED" chicken. I was horrified. How could anyone be so morbid? How could anyone be so cruel? I had no idea there where people in the world with such sick twisted minds. I really need to be more careful who I give my email address to.
August 9, 2010
Conversations With Chickens
The following are some exchanges I have had with my chickens.
From the back seat: "Mommy, this road makes my bummy hurt"
From the Front seat: "Thanks for sharing."
From a chicken room: "Mommy, do you think the red or brown?"
From my room: "The Green."
From the yard: "Mommy, can we come in yet?"
From the house: "You have been out there for 10 minutes!!"
From the Swing: "Mommy, I think my belly likes this."
From the ground: "Good Deal."
From the bathroom (NEVER a good place to start a chicken conversation): "Mommy, can you come here for a minute?"
From the livingroom: "Do I have too?"
From the kitchen: "Oops."
From the living room: "Do I even want to know?"
From the back seat: "Mommy, this road makes my bummy hurt"
From the Front seat: "Thanks for sharing."
From a chicken room: "Mommy, do you think the red or brown?"
From my room: "The Green."
From the yard: "Mommy, can we come in yet?"
From the house: "You have been out there for 10 minutes!!"
From the Swing: "Mommy, I think my belly likes this."
From the ground: "Good Deal."
From the bathroom (NEVER a good place to start a chicken conversation): "Mommy, can you come here for a minute?"
From the livingroom: "Do I have too?"
From the kitchen: "Oops."
From the living room: "Do I even want to know?"
August 8, 2010
one sweet chicken
Tonight we were reading some chicken stories before putting the chickens in their chicken beds, and as I was reading one chickens story to all the chickens I developed some chicken hiccups. (are we following?) Chicken hiccups are similar to human hiccups, in fact they are identical, I am not even sure why they are called chicken hiccups, they are the same in every way so I guess we could just call them all "hiccups" instead of "human hiccups" and "chicken hiccups". Oh well, any way I developed chicken hiccups when reading a chicken story to my chickens before their chicken bedtime. (are you still following? good.) When the chicken hiccups came upon me my little chicken number 2 got up while I was reading the chicken story to my other chickens before their chicken bedtime. Chicken number 2 got up and got me a little chicken cup of water so I could get rid of my chicken hiccups and continue to read my little chickens their chicken stories before their chicken bedtime. I have the sweetest little chicken. :)
August 6, 2010
Mommy Day
We chickens in the Bennett home have been slightly busy. A fact that I knew in the back of my mind but did not realize the extent of it till yesterday. You see it is a very rare occasion when I find a day in my planner that I have nothing written on. Yesterday was one of those rare days and I just getting back from a little extended stay with a chicken in another city seized the opportunity and declared it a "Mommy Day". The night before after tucking all the chickens in bed my husband asked me what I had planned for the next day. I told him...
"I am having a Mommy day."
"Okay" he said "But what are you gonna do?"
"Nothing, its a Mommy day." I stated. thinking to myself "Didn't I already say that?"
"K, I get that but what do you have going tomorrow? he asked again still not getting it
"NOTHING, I am just gonna stay at home and have fun being a Mom."
"really?" he asks
"yes" I reply."I may not even do laundry or clean, I may just spend the WHOLE day doing fun Mommy things."
"WOW" he says.
Not sure how to take that "WOW" I ask him "WOW, what?"
"well its just not very often when I ask you what you are doing that you say nothing."
hmmmm I think to myself, maybe I should address that problem. But instead I go to sleep dreaming of the nice "Mommy Day" to come.
The next morning as we are eating breakfast Brittany asked me...
"Mommy, what do we have going today?"
"Nothing" I reply.
Her and Justin look at me like I have horns on my head or something crawling out of my ear.
"Nothing?" they both reply.
"No, Nothing." I tell them. Thinking to myself that I might need to give this a little more attention to this matter.
Later that day Rebekah came up to me and asked...
"Mommy, when are we leaving?"
"Leaving for what?" I ask her.
"you know, leaving."
"leaving where Rebekah?" I ask again
"You know like leave the house, to go do something." She says.
I tell her "We are just staying home today. We are not going anywhere. We don't have anything we need to do."
"You mean like we are staying at home ALL day?" she says.
Then I got it. It only took one conversation with my husband and one with each of my daughters, but I think I finally understand. I have to block more time out to simply "be home". Maybe I will get better at that....maybe.
"I am having a Mommy day."
"Okay" he said "But what are you gonna do?"
"Nothing, its a Mommy day." I stated. thinking to myself "Didn't I already say that?"
"K, I get that but what do you have going tomorrow? he asked again still not getting it
"NOTHING, I am just gonna stay at home and have fun being a Mom."
"really?" he asks
"yes" I reply."I may not even do laundry or clean, I may just spend the WHOLE day doing fun Mommy things."
"WOW" he says.
Not sure how to take that "WOW" I ask him "WOW, what?"
"well its just not very often when I ask you what you are doing that you say nothing."
hmmmm I think to myself, maybe I should address that problem. But instead I go to sleep dreaming of the nice "Mommy Day" to come.
The next morning as we are eating breakfast Brittany asked me...
"Mommy, what do we have going today?"
"Nothing" I reply.
Her and Justin look at me like I have horns on my head or something crawling out of my ear.
"Nothing?" they both reply.
"No, Nothing." I tell them. Thinking to myself that I might need to give this a little more attention to this matter.
Later that day Rebekah came up to me and asked...
"Mommy, when are we leaving?"
"Leaving for what?" I ask her.
"you know, leaving."
"leaving where Rebekah?" I ask again
"You know like leave the house, to go do something." She says.
I tell her "We are just staying home today. We are not going anywhere. We don't have anything we need to do."
"You mean like we are staying at home ALL day?" she says.
Then I got it. It only took one conversation with my husband and one with each of my daughters, but I think I finally understand. I have to block more time out to simply "be home". Maybe I will get better at that....maybe.
August 5, 2010
PoiNtS tO PonDeR wIth CN4
The following are just some of the random thoughts from Chicken number 4 that I have collected over the years...all of them truly random, just a thought before bed, when eating dinner, or simply finding me to share her insight.
"Mommy, when will my wings get here?"
"Mommy, when will I fly high like the birds?"
"Mommy, when I get bigger I am gonna be a REAL chicken, k?"
"Mommy, do my eyes go all the way behind me? Cause I can't see back there."
"Mommy, when will I be on an airplane with pirates?"
"Mommy, so when I am bigger and you are smaller I will be bigger than you. k?"
"Mommy, I think I will have a dog when I am bigger and I will name him dog."
"Mommy, when will Michael marry me?"
"Mommy, I thought I was not a Chicken, I thought I was a Rebekah."
"Mommy, does God know that the sun sleeps? Cause I don't think He would like it."
"Mommy, I think I must be bigger than Zacchaeus cause he was a WEEEEEE little man."
"When I am a Mommy I am gonna let my chickens eat cake."
"Mommy, I am gonna ask you something and your gonna say yes."
"When I am five you will be surprised!"
Yes life with CN4 is never dull!!
"Mommy, when will my wings get here?"
"Mommy, when will I fly high like the birds?"
"Mommy, when I get bigger I am gonna be a REAL chicken, k?"
"Mommy, do my eyes go all the way behind me? Cause I can't see back there."
"Mommy, when will I be on an airplane with pirates?"
"Mommy, so when I am bigger and you are smaller I will be bigger than you. k?"
"Mommy, I think I will have a dog when I am bigger and I will name him dog."
"Mommy, when will Michael marry me?"
"Mommy, I thought I was not a Chicken, I thought I was a Rebekah."
"Mommy, does God know that the sun sleeps? Cause I don't think He would like it."
"Mommy, I think I must be bigger than Zacchaeus cause he was a WEEEEEE little man."
"When I am a Mommy I am gonna let my chickens eat cake."
"Mommy, I am gonna ask you something and your gonna say yes."
"When I am five you will be surprised!"
Yes life with CN4 is never dull!!