Saturday, December 31, 2011

freeloaders.

Quinn and venus

first, a quick hello to my grandma (my fancy grandma, mary nell, who my chicken nellie is named for). Grandma got her own ipad for Christmas and i hope she has figured it out enough to be reading this.  hi grandma!!
 
my oldest chickens are 20 weeks and 5 days old today.  the transformation from tiny baby chick to strutting hen has been amazing to witness.  they change and grow overnight.

according to all my books about chickens, all of my breeds should begin laying eggs between 16-20 weeks.  which means mine are overdue.  their combs and waddles are growing and turning red, so i know they are close.  we are anxious to finally see our first egg in the nesting box!

Monday, December 5, 2011

update on the headaches...

just to keep you laughing with me, here's the news since my last post-

i was complaining about quinn's constant fussing.  well, it is very likely that he has a broken leg.  and has had it for about a week.  a hairline fracture, but still something to fuss about.  we won't really know for sure until he can see an orthopedic doc - which according to all of their secretaries may be another week.  i'm really racking up the mommy points.

and do you know what i found inside the apple juice soaked bag?  the iphone that i was sure i had lost.  i was so sure it was lost that i had already replaced it with a new (nicer, fancier) one.

and this morning when greyson and asher were fighting, instead of getting upset with asher for throwing punches i scolded greyson for not ducking.

and i got asked twice in one day "how far along are you?" - (when will people learn not to ask that?!)  i'm totally not pregnant, i just need to make it to yoga more often and never wear that shirt again.

do you ever have the feeling that you are treading water and still slowly sinking?

at least i can still laugh about it.  i hope to find some calm and peace before the holidays.  i'll wish the same for you :)

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

asher loves beer and other headaches

i packed school lunches today with more enthusiasm than usual.  i'm not typically one of those moms that jumps for joy when kids go back to school.  but yesterday gave me cause to celebrate school today.

oh, yesterday.

Friday, November 11, 2011

happy birthday greyson andrew

and just like that, my baby is Seven.

greyson, 17 days
greyson, 7 years

Greyson: son of wisdom, judge

Andrew: manly, strong, courageous, warrior (or, oh my God, he is just like his dad!)


the thing we most often say about greyson is that he is a Challenge.  he has been pushing us and requiring more of us from the very beginning.  he made me rise to the challenges of pregnancy and motherhood.  he made me and andy a family.  he made all of our parents grandparents and all of our siblings aunts and uncles.

he surprises us daily and i couldn't be more proud to be his mom.

we love you greyson andrew.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

happy birthday asher able

my once tiny asher is four.  and he is beautiful in every way.
asher, 4 weeks old

asher, 4 years old

asher: fortunate, blessed, happy

able: having sufficient power, strength, force, skill, means, or resources of any kind to accomplish the object

we love you Asher Able.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

thanks, 3 is my limit.

when you are the mom of 3 boys, people in grocery stores don't stop to tell you how awesome your little dudes look in their captain america t-shirts.  they do stop to ask: "are you ready to try for that girl?"  as if there is a girl out there for me, i just haven't hit the jack-pot yet.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

halloween 2011

nico admiring our giant squid and turtle
i realized this year that my own picture of an idyllic family halloween comes from the movie E.T. .   

Sunday, October 16, 2011

free range chickens!

 
after moving the chicks from inside the house to their coop outside, we kept them confined to the coop for a couple of weeks.  some of the smaller chicklets were little enough that i was worried my cats would decide to snack on them.  and in my vast book study on chickens i learned that keeping them in the coop for several days ensures that they think of their coop as home and return there at night.

Friday, September 30, 2011

make your own happiness

i do a lot of wishing that i had more time to do the things i think will make me happy.  the truth is, i have 3 kids, and a job, and a husband and we all need to eat and someone, someday has to clean this house.  so time isn't always easy to come by.  but here are few things that are making me happy lately:


yes, my boys are as cool as my chickens.

someone told me that i have updated more about my chickens than about my kids.  let's fix that:

greyson has been reading like a fiend.  his first grade teacher has a system of rewarding kids with a bead for each 20 short stories or chapters they read. she is a genius. the kids keep their beads on a necklace and it is quite a first grade status symbol.  greyson loves a competition and has been up reading at 5 am several mornings, trying to earn his next bead.

mushrooms

 a little celebration of the small surprises in life and the joy of photographing just for fun.



Saturday, September 24, 2011

chicklets move out

punk rock luna - 4 weeks old

the little chicklets are not so little anymore.  they are like awkward teenage chickens - they are getting their feathers but still losing fluff, their feet seem way too big for their bodies, and they are starting to fly around and challenge each other.  they have sufficiently covered our house in dust from scratching in their wood chips.  so we decided to relocate them to the coop with the big girls.  

Friday, September 23, 2011

PJ20 - working title: why i love pearl jam with all my heart


if you do not listen to pearl jam...well you should.  but if you listen and the music is just not your sound... okay.  when my friends don't love pearl jam it is a bit like when a guest says 'no thanks' to a slice of homemade chocolate cake.  at first i'm a little hurt, i mean, i did hope we could enjoy this together.  but then i'm secretly glad because there is more cake for me to quietly savor alone in my pajamas on the couch later.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

next time, i want to be the dad.

my littlest love is sick today.  (he has a fever that i think is related to teething.  he's acting happy. so not really sick, but cannot be at school.  if he was really sick i would not be doing the following whining).

Quinn home means that i cannot go to yoga.  only my second class and i will miss it.

there are days when i think dads just have it made.  to my knowledge, andy has never missed anything because of a sick kiddo.  and he really doesn't understand the constant struggle between being a mom and being My Own Person.  i believe that most fathers don't really have this struggle. 

my husband says he is going to write a book called How to be a Dad: a Parenting Book for Moms.  he says it will be easy to write because it's just one sentence :   "Do whatever is easiest for you."  he cracks himself up and smiles his biggest toothy smile whenever he talks about it.

dads don't worry all day when a child goes to school feeling sad.  dads don't feel guilty when the morning is rushed and there is no time to make a hot breakfast.  dads know that forgetting to sign up for the art class was just a mistake, it doesn't mean they are failing as a parent.

at least in our house, we handle parenting and parenting responsibilities so differently.   andy tries to do his best.  i want to do THE best.  he hardly notices his shortcomings and forgives mine.  i lose sleep over my imperfections and am critical of his.

i rarely complain about my responsibilities as a mom.  but i have come to realize that when you are a mom, some things are just not fair (that phrase borrowed from my 3 year old).  you can be the champion of birthdays and holidays for the family, but who bakes mom's birthday cake?  you can be the kisser of boo-boos,  the tier of shoes, and the righter of sibling injustice, but who asks mom if the world was kind to her today?

yes, dad should.  but dad is often out being His Own Person. 

when you are a mom, sometimes you have to clean vomit off the couch. or kid poop off the rug. or chicken poop off the floor.  or all three.  and daddy is at soccer practice and neither the chickens or the kids care that it's your birthday and you should not be cleaning up at all.

and those are the days i think i'd like to be the dad.  not forever, because dads are sweaty and smelly and have scratchy beards, but just for a day or two.  long enough to know how it feels to simply love my kids, mom-guilt free.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

yoga

thursday i took a yoga class.

and i'm going again next week.

now my "yoga pants" actually are yoga pants.  not just busy, un-showered mom pants.

the yoga class is momentous because this is this first time since i've had a family that i have put a recurring event on our calendar for Me that is not work.

even though i had been planning on going to this class for weeks, waiting for all the kids to be in school and scheduling my work around it, i had a hard time getting myself in the door of the studio.  i kept thinking of all the things i needed to do. all the other ways i could spend that hour and a half.

a new goal for myself is to keep a beginner's mindset.  it seems so important to me.  when i can admit that i am truly a beginner at something, i can laugh at myself, ask questions, and really listen for answers.  have you ever not asked a question because you thought "i should know this"?  i do it all the time.  but i wish i didn't.

yoga is great for reminding me i am a beginner.  i have done yoga in the past, but it has been years.  and then it was bikram yoga - hot, power yoga that is exhausting in every way.   the new class was  yoga foundations - slow paced, i don't see how i'll ever lose the "baby weight" doing this, yoga.  For half of the class my mind was racing, focused on everything but what i was doing.  i thought "please let me like this class because i cannot spend more time searching for another studio that has a beginner class at this exact day and time so that i can pick the kids up from school without being the mom who's always late."

i started to break a sweat (from worrying, not from working hard) and then the instructor said this: "let's focus our yoga today on an expression of celebration.  what do you have to celebrate?  remember, you don't have to have big things to celebrate.  sometimes small things are the most vital.  if you feel you don't have much to celebrate today, celebrate that you are able to stand here.  celebrate the strength within you.  celebrate that you can breathe in and out.  and let that be enough."

and i realized all i have to learn (or re-learn) about slowing down to connect with myself.  in a moment my whole day was changed.  i stood taller thinking of my own strength.  i shook off the worry, i cleared my mind, i focused on my body.  on my breath.  i celebrated being in that room at that moment. and it was enough.

in the end, i did love it.  i can't wait to go back.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

chicken eviction


the big chicks moved out!  they got their own place, and we couldn't be happier.

though i am still crazy about them, the chickens were really wearing thin their welcome inside the house.

first, nico had a small injury and had to be separated from the rest of the flock.  but they all hate being separated and they screamed and cried and made so much noise!  then, because they are getting so big (and possibly also because they were trying to get to nico) the big chicks figured out how to fly up and roost on the sides of their brooding pen!  the pen is just made of sheets of cardboard.  i'm shocked that they could stand comfortably on the very narrow ends of the cardboard, but they did.  all night long.  and they pooped all over my wood floor.  so the time came for them to go.

uh oh.

  look who's walking.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

chickens don't like baths.

other things i learned this weekend:

vaseline can be applied to a small wound to keep a chicken from bleeding (band-aids are mighty hard to apply to feathers).

you can keep other chickens from pecking at the wound by adding essential oils to the vaseline.

but don't use tea tree oil.  tea tree oil can be toxic to chickens!

bathing a chicken covered in vaseline and tea tree oil is damn near impossible.

apparently dish soap can remove crude oil from bird feathers, but it cannot remove vaseline.  neither does dr. bronner's lavender magic soap.

i'm pretty sure this is not what lennie would do - turn the master bath sink into a chicken spa.

i now have one freaked out chicken, who hates me, and looks like she was caught in an oil slick.

she's also lonely because she is separated from the other chicks.  and even though we gave her a small stuffed monkey to snuggle with, she is still squawking.  if the tea tree oil doesn't kill her, the stress might. 

she smells fantastic, though.

 

Thursday, September 8, 2011

around here lately

texas is reeling.  this june through august has been the hottest summer on record for any state.  ever. texans are battling wild fires and praying for rain that never comes.  

hundreds of families have lost their homes to the fires.  farmers and ranchers are struggling to survive the summer drought.  houston alone is estimating the loss of 66 million trees.   

where i live, the temperatures finally fell below one hundred. saved from the heat, the boys and i returned to playing outside.  i walked around and looked closer at the damage done to my little piece of land.  the yard was the reason we made this house our home.  we simply love it.  we typically choose not to water the grass very much. andy works hard to water the producing fruit trees and then we hope nature will take care of the rest.  this summer we have also been on water restrictions.

a lot of the yard is brown and crisp.  we've lost two trees. we are trying in vain to save the blueberries. even the palm trees are losing their color. but we've added a lot of native plants to this landscape, and they are thriving in the weather! i realized that even though we have not had a measurable amount of rainfall since March, there is a lot of life here. and i am so grateful for the green.

  
 (curse the weeds for being unfazed by the drought!
 and for being so lovely that i don't want to pull them.)

i am grateful for mushrooms the size of dessert plates that appeared in the lawn.
 and for the first two meyer lemons making it through the summer.
 
i am grateful for greyson's kumkwats, struggling but surviving.
 
and so, so grateful that there are oranges.  fewer than last year, but still - oranges!
 

 and i am grateful for the loves that share this space with me.


Tuesday, September 6, 2011

tiny Luna



nerdy chicken info:  Luna is a silkie bantam.  bantams are small breeds, about half the size of a regular chicken.  silkies are a japanese breed that have unique feathers that are similar to the down of chicks even when they are grown.  they lack the barbicels that act like tiny hooks to smooth traditional chicken feathers together, making their feathers look like fur.  i read that when silkies were first being introduced to the west, breeders told buyers they were offspring of chickens and bunnies! 

this little girl was a special addition to our flock, just for me (thank you andy for not freaking out too much when i added "just one more").  silkies are supposed to be very social, sweet, fun for kids.  the verdict is out on that, so far luna seems to dislike us.

chicks at two weeks old

getting big so quickly, the chicks are looking like weird little dinosaurs.  greyson continues to love them.  we try our best to keep quinn away from the chicks brooder.  when he grabs the cardboard side and pulls up i imagine it is, to the chicks, a bit like godzilla attacking.  asher enjoys watching them.  he told me he would hold them more often but he really hates washing his hands.

venus - everyone's favorite

 isabella - the sweet one


 lois lane - the mean one.  we wondered if she might be a rooster?

 red - the shy one


 flash - the fast one, she does not like to be held.  we don't give her much choice.


singer - the loud one.  singer was the first to fly out of the pen, 
she took off when i put the new chicklets in her house.

yes, greyson is shirtless in all of these photos.  he takes after his dad.  why wear a shirt if it's not absolutely necessary?  you're just lucky he was wearing pants.


meet the chicklets

i may have been a bit over zealous with the chickens...

i have been excited about having laying hens from the start.  but i really didn't expect to enjoy the chickens as much as i have.  after listening to a couple of friends with chickens, i decided six was not enough.  and since i'm already doing the raising-baby-chicks-in-my-sun-room thing, i hurried up and added four more babies to my flock.  (is this what they call chicken math?) 

did you know that you can order day old baby chicks through the US mail?  our chicks came from My Pet Chicken and they were great.  it was the cutest package ever.



here are the tiny chicklets:



Luna - the silkie bantam

Clementine - the buff orpington


nellie is named after my grandmother, mary nell, just because i thought grandma would get a big kick out of having a chicken named after her.  that's the kind of grandma she is.  and i chose this chicken because she is a fancy sounding breed.  grandma is nothing if not fancy.

the chicks in residence are still getting used to sharing space and food with the little chicklets.  tiny nico is trying to assert herself but the bigger girls are having none of it.  it looks like she doesn't realize she is less than half their size!