November 17, 2010
An un-welcomed friend
Rebekah has a "little friend" that came to visit yesterday. Well, not really a visit. A visit implies one will LEAVE. This "little friend" has come bring LOADS of other "little friends" with it. It seems THIS "little friend" thinks that everyone in the Bennett home is happy to see them come. NOT the case. Now, I will give them the benefit of 6 out of 7 people are THRILLED that they have come but I am most certainly NOT in the majority. And so there is nothing else to do except leave you with a chicken picture with Rebekah's "little friends" all around. This little chicken went outside with the "little friends" and kept pointing saying "whats dat?".
November 5, 2010
BUBBLES!!!
My day in a nut shell:
Dropped the two oldest chickens off at school and am heading home at 8:20. I then hear this from my back seat...
"These are your bubbles and these are mine."
"No, all the ones from this line are mine."
"okay, but then this is mine over here."
"Well, that ones mine too."
"But then I don't have as many as you."
"but you have those two."
"yea but you have twenty."
"well, I will just take these two and then I will have four."
"Mommy!!! Michael's taking my bubbles!!!"
Now I am not the smartest Mom at 8 O'clock and most certainly not the most observant before my first cup of coffee but I did however deduce that there are in fact NO bubbles in our car today. In fact there never have been bubbles in my car. That being said I think I can clearly state that my chickens are in fact fighting over imaginary bubbles.
October 30, 2010
They call him MISTER Bennett
Well it happened. A full day focused on chicken number 3. (much to chicken number 4's dismay.) A day for an adoption!! Upon waking I asked the chicken in question if he wanted to be adopted and he slyly stated "No. just kidding...YES!!" Further affirming his place in our family. YEAH for sarcasm, where would we Bennett's be without it? The day progressed to standing in the court room answering the questions from the judge and listening in slight dismay as chicken 2 & 3 corrected the judge and the courtroom filled with laughter. As we left he looked at me and stated "Now you can call me Mr. Bennett." and we did just that. Welcome to our crazy family Mr. Bennett!!
October 22, 2010
THATS NOT EVEN A WORD!?!?!?!
There are many days I feel like I need re-enforcements and today was no exception. You see, I have in our lovely little coop several chickens who tend to go back to their native language and try to confuse me, leaving me questioning my motherly super powers.
Like I said today was no exception...
I was in the laundry room...where I seem to live these days...and in walks, no crawls, Michael and Rebekah. They quickly look at me and say "birrr maama flibbit" and then exit the room. I am left thinking that they are simply playing "bolt" a game they play that is really just them simply fighting over WHO is going to be bolt the dog. So I continue to go about my lovely task of folding laundry and in walks another small chicken, who looks at me and says "birrr maama flibbit" and then walks out of the room. Well this is a new development I think to myself. This small chicken has never had the honor of "playing" bolt. hmmmm a few minutes later in crawls the first two chickens and they look at me and say "birrr maama flibbit" and then leave. I start thinking that maybe they are trying to tell me something so I go and seek out the chickens in question and ask simply...
"what are you trying to tell me?"
"birrr maama flibbit" they tell me in unison.
"what?!?!?" I ask.
"birrr maama flibbit" they state simply.
"Thats not even a WORD!" I say to them.
"oh" Rebekah states like she is shocked to find out she is speaking gibberish.
"Mikayle diaper stinks." Michael says.
Really? Really? "Next time just tell me." I tell them.
"We did" they both state in shock.
and so, today was yet another day where I needed to have re-enforcements. Anyone want a job?
Like I said today was no exception...
I was in the laundry room...where I seem to live these days...and in walks, no crawls, Michael and Rebekah. They quickly look at me and say "birrr maama flibbit" and then exit the room. I am left thinking that they are simply playing "bolt" a game they play that is really just them simply fighting over WHO is going to be bolt the dog. So I continue to go about my lovely task of folding laundry and in walks another small chicken, who looks at me and says "birrr maama flibbit" and then walks out of the room. Well this is a new development I think to myself. This small chicken has never had the honor of "playing" bolt. hmmmm a few minutes later in crawls the first two chickens and they look at me and say "birrr maama flibbit" and then leave. I start thinking that maybe they are trying to tell me something so I go and seek out the chickens in question and ask simply...
"what are you trying to tell me?"
"birrr maama flibbit" they tell me in unison.
"what?!?!?" I ask.
"birrr maama flibbit" they state simply.
"Thats not even a WORD!" I say to them.
"oh" Rebekah states like she is shocked to find out she is speaking gibberish.
"Mikayle diaper stinks." Michael says.
Really? Really? "Next time just tell me." I tell them.
"We did" they both state in shock.
and so, today was yet another day where I needed to have re-enforcements. Anyone want a job?
good-bye dear friend
They say "parting is such sweet sorrow" but I cannot find sweetness in this good-bye.
You were a dear friend.
I held you close to my heart.
Never will I find another like you.
You had a way of making me smile at the end of a long, long day.
You kept me warm at night.
Thoughts of you made my heart fill with joy.
Never have I spent $0.97 so well.
I will never be able to replace you.
You are my one and only.
You are the best pajama pants a girl could ever have.
Good-bye dear friend.
I will miss you always...
You were a dear friend.
I held you close to my heart.
Never will I find another like you.
You had a way of making me smile at the end of a long, long day.
You kept me warm at night.
Thoughts of you made my heart fill with joy.
Never have I spent $0.97 so well.
I will never be able to replace you.
You are my one and only.
You are the best pajama pants a girl could ever have.
Good-bye dear friend.
I will miss you always...
October 8, 2010
yet more conversations with CN4
Today's conversation went a little something like this...
"Mommy, when we get home can me and Michael watch a movie?"
"You mean 'Michael and I'?"
"No, I want to too, so can ME and Michael watch a movie?"
"Rebekah say it like this, 'can Michael and I watch a movie?'"
"Can me and Michael watch a movie?"
"Ok Rebekah its like this, if I want to say something about me and another person I say their name and I, like this...'Brittany and I are going to the store later.' or 'Can Michael and I watch a movie?' like that. Got it?"
"You and Brittany are going to the store?!?!?! Am me and Michael going too?"
yea...clear as mud.
"Mommy, when we get home can me and Michael watch a movie?"
"You mean 'Michael and I'?"
"No, I want to too, so can ME and Michael watch a movie?"
"Rebekah say it like this, 'can Michael and I watch a movie?'"
"Can me and Michael watch a movie?"
"Ok Rebekah its like this, if I want to say something about me and another person I say their name and I, like this...'Brittany and I are going to the store later.' or 'Can Michael and I watch a movie?' like that. Got it?"
"You and Brittany are going to the store?!?!?! Am me and Michael going too?"
yea...clear as mud.
October 7, 2010
Chicken Moment #2,982,475,315,634
We had another chicken moment today, well more of a chicken day then a moment but the most memorable part of this chicken day was this morning...
15 minutes before we are scheduled to depart for school I ask my chickens "Do you have everything you need for today? your books? your shorts for gym? lunches?"
"Yes, yes and yes" they all reply. So we leave for school and drop the little chickens off and I return home to what should ave been a relaxing morning. As I went about my chicken mommy activities I go to the dinning room and start putting away groceries from yesterdays "chicken pantry stock up trip" and I discover a curious thing...
Sitting right there on the table was a stack of books. Not just any books...school books. School books I asked three little chickens if they had in their back packs. School books that three little chickens assured me were in fact in their back packs. Upon further investigation I found it was just one lonely chicken that had managed to forget not one, not two, but THREE school books AND a home work folder. Now I know what chicken you are all blaming and I am here to tell you, you're blaming the WRONG chicken. I KNOW!!! Shocking, huh? It was in fact chicken number 1 that forgot these books, and not only that but ALL three of her morning subjects she needs the books in question for. And I am left thinking to myself...
Chicken. Of. The. Year.
15 minutes before we are scheduled to depart for school I ask my chickens "Do you have everything you need for today? your books? your shorts for gym? lunches?"
"Yes, yes and yes" they all reply. So we leave for school and drop the little chickens off and I return home to what should ave been a relaxing morning. As I went about my chicken mommy activities I go to the dinning room and start putting away groceries from yesterdays "chicken pantry stock up trip" and I discover a curious thing...
Sitting right there on the table was a stack of books. Not just any books...school books. School books I asked three little chickens if they had in their back packs. School books that three little chickens assured me were in fact in their back packs. Upon further investigation I found it was just one lonely chicken that had managed to forget not one, not two, but THREE school books AND a home work folder. Now I know what chicken you are all blaming and I am here to tell you, you're blaming the WRONG chicken. I KNOW!!! Shocking, huh? It was in fact chicken number 1 that forgot these books, and not only that but ALL three of her morning subjects she needs the books in question for. And I am left thinking to myself...
Chicken. Of. The. Year.