It’s just like the crazy cat lady, only instead of a purse full of tuna and bathtub full of kitty litter, I have cracked corn in my pockets and bird poop running down my back.

No wait, come back! It’s not THAT bad… I just do weird chicken lady things like make hot grits for the girls

and call my chickens “the girls” just like I call my girls “the girls” which totally confuses The Hubster because I start rambling on about these girls and now he’s all “which girls” and I have to be like “the one’s that poop in the yard and peck my toes” and then he gives me a look that says “which girls?” because Tessa’s been known to do that stuff too.

I also am all paparazzi on their feathered asses. Mira and Tessa spend camera time shoving each other out of the frame or making faces that scream “I’m taking a dump” so instead of ripping every last strand of hair from my head (hahaha like much is left- this postpartum shedding is a bitch), I stalk my flock

Some of the girls are natural models

while other won’t deign to lower their beaks for a head shot or two

On occasion, when I make my grand entrance into the yard and 17 beaks of fury coming flying at me, a Pip (we call the black and whites collectively The Pips)

will rise up from the flock to land on my shoulder. I scratch her head and then have myself a wicked witch flying monkeys moment where I feel the urge to cackle and holler FLY MY PRETTIES FLY!

yeah, like I said- crazy chicken lady

and for a less chickeny and more thoughtful Fidget, click on over to Capessa to read me rambling on about manners

Candy corn and snickers
such tasty Halloween fun
makes my thighs large

*Photo originally uploaded by angellea*

peeking inside the coop area, nesting boxes coming soon

We still need to paint and swap out the coop roof for something more weather proof but it’s basically done. It only took The Hubster one good Adderal fit and staying up until 3am to get it into chicken livable condition

Dear littlest light of my life,

I’m so happy to see you growing like crazy now that we have your stomach issues under control. Yeah it sucked eggs when the temperature plummeted this week and I discovered you had outgrown the 3-6 months clothes. It sucked even harder when I realized we had virtually no 6-9 month clothes and I had to resort to dressing you funny

Honestly though, that is the least of my worries.

Lately, you’ve turned into a bit of a drama queen, well king.. though in that dress I guess.. well anyways. You and drama? BFF. You’ve already mastered the watery eyed beggar look

“What do you mean no?”

Oh ouch and yet, having mothered 3 others I’ve grown immune to this look. Sucks for you my son, sucks for you. And you know it sucks so you respond with pure baby anger

You have your cute moments, your happy laughing so cute my heart wants to burst moments

The past 2 days it’s gotten a little hard to enjoy those moments. Between my severe sleep deprivation due to other kids puking, your father’s insistence of building a chicken coop in the middle of the damn night, trying to find time to wash some underwear and clean a dish or two and your new propensity to NOT napping - like not at all not one whit please and thank you no more naps for me- I am about to lose my mind.

So darling son, my darling 5 month old son,

please sleep. Mommy needs 5 minutes to herself and an hour or two with your very understanding and very under fawned over siblings.

(dude, it’s REALLY HARD to get 4 kids into one picture without anyone punching, biting, crying or mooning)

7 minutes of rambling

In keeping with the theme of 7, Lydia over at On The Verge tagged me with the 7 random things about me meme

1. I have a candy corn addiction. Last year was torture- I could not find any gluten free candy corn. This year I have more then made up for it

1. I need to have my jaw broken and reset. Apparently me teeth are going to start dropping out of my head if I don’t get my under bite corrected through surgery. The surgery is conveniently not covered by health or dental insurance. Needing this surgery makes me bitter about the years of headgear

1. I’m double jointed

1. I have this unyielding need to constantly rearrange and repaint my home but at the same time hate when other people change things.

1. I hated beans, peppers, and ginger until I was 21

1. I can not sleep all night with socks on. If I do, I have nightmares

1. In 5th grade I was testing for gifted and my brother pulled the fire alarm 2x during my test. I’m still irritated to this day that I let it distract me & I mixed up the horse puzzle - swapping the neck and belly parts

tagging 7 peeps: Melanie, Jenni, Heidi, Suzy, Awesome mom, MM, and At Home Daddy