Cute is in the Eye of the Beholder

The kids were very excited to make a birdy discovery last week.

Liam noticed some stuff hanging out of my pear tree and went to investigate.

Upon closer observation, he found a nest. And has been keeping one eye on it ever since.

He and Maggie were sad the day they found that one egg was missing. Some birdy didn’t make it to B-day.

But today, Liam came flying in to announce birdy births.

He and Maggie promptly went to check on the new babes and pronounced them “so cute”.

So, of course, I grabbed my camera and headed out…

 

and was brought to the conclusion that “so cute” is like beauty.

It’s in the eye of the beholder. These two are decidedly NOT cute, if you ask me!

I love you all!

Peanut Butter Bliss

When Jet gets in one of his crazy moods…like he really NEEDS something to do. A focus. A goal. A task.

I pull out the Kong. Pull it out and fill it up with ooey gooey peanut butter.

He is already on his second Kong…chewed the regular one for medium size dogs to smithereens.

Last weekend, we got him the Kong Extreme.

Hopefully, it will hold up longer than a month against our monster.

Monster? Who? Me??

Love you all!!

My Mothers Day…

 

was a phenomenal success this year by almost any measure! Jon came home for the weekend and spoiled me for most of the weekend. Made lasagna for me, and eggs benedict! Lavished me with items from my “pretty please” wish list on Chefscatalog.com ! I got stainless steel colanders and strainers and a new silicone baking mat! Then on Sunday, he had to go back to NC. And I was sad. And the kids could tell I was sad. In a valiant effort to revive my sagging spirits they took Mothers Day Matters into their own hands…

and made dinner for me. They sent me to my room with strict orders to watch tv and not come out. At some point in the proceedings Maggie came in and said the tv wasn’t loud enough and I needed to turn it up. At that very moment, my anxiety hit a fever pitch! I had already grilled Sam about which appliances he’d be using? Mind you Sam is 13…he does actually KNOW how to use the stove AND the oven, to say nothing of the toaster oven and microwave. Still, the idea of him loose in the kitchen with NO adult supervision at all sort of made my guts clench and a cold sweat to break out on my upper lip! About 15 minutes into my imprisonment…the kids came to me.

The kids and the dog. After he shoved past Sam, who was carrying a breakfast tray with a lit candle on it. See the concern on his face. I can never be sure but I think he just stopped himself short of saying “Spit”…or something that rhymes with spit.

And this is what they made for me…

 

For mothers day supper I had a toasted sandwich. Which was actually quite good. Sam piled on turkey, ham, salami and pepperoni along with cheddar and monterey jack cheese and toasted the whole thing in the toaster oven. Leftover lasagna, which was good, but not as good as it had been the night before, fresh! Could have been something to do with the fact that the kids didn’t actually get it warmed all the way through in the microwave. The garlic bread was hard as a rock and completely inedible. But they totally made up for that with the peanut butter milkshake (which would have been the reason they wanted my tv loud). All in all, I was impressed.I missed having Jon there Sunday evening, at the same time I’m thankful for the experience. Because, I don’t believe they would have gone to this trouble, all by themselves, had he been here.

I do believe I have some pretty great kids!

I love you all!!