Our summer this year is 180 degrees different than last summer! Last year, at the end of July, we found out we were pregnant. Now, we have a busy five-month old who fills up most of our time. Last year we went on a few fun weekend trips and get-aways, and this summer, we made it to the mall once to get smoothies and pretzels (seriously one of our favorite dates; don't judge), and felt pretty proud of ourselves.
(Seriously, I have nothing but respect for moms (and parents in general) who maintain a busy life with their kiddos. I pretty much never want to go anywhere because it's so much dang work. I hate nursing in public, so whenever we go somewhere, we're watching the clock for when we need to be back home for the next meal, and carrying around a car seat is super awkward and cumbersome... anyway, the list goes on. But some moms just get out there and continue having a life, quite beautifully, which I completely admire. That mom is not me.)
Actually, last summer we were still in our apartment, too. We're coming up on a year in our house (we moved at the end of October last year) and we absolutely love it here. We originally wanted more land, but I think it's probably best that our lot is half an acre. Sam is always talking about the animals he would have if we had a larger property, but realistically he doesn't have time for the goats, cows, sheep, dogs (and my bees... I've had a yearning for a while now to take up bee-keeping) that he would no doubt be collecting if he could. He has to content himself with hatching plans for a bigger and better chicken coop so that he can get a lot more chickens (I'm petitioning for guinea fowl because they're so stinking cute).
Speaking of chickens... our two roosters, Hunkle and Seaman Hornsby (huge points to you if you recognize those names), are rapidly approaching the end of their lives. They've started crowing, loudly, which I thoroughly enjoy but which I'm guessing is probably frowned upon by our neighbors. The chicken-keeping rules in our township are very hazy. Apparently, whether or not you can keep chickens depends not on any official rules but solely on the good will of your neighbors, so if they don't care, you can have them, but if they're bothered by it, you can't. Anyway, crowing roosters do not seem likely to facilitate good will amongst neighbors, so it's to be off-with-their-heads. I will miss their antics, as they're awfully entertaining to watch, strutting around and crowing, but it must be done. I will most likely take some photographic and videographic documentation of the big event and then Thaddeus and I will disappear upstairs, because I know that if I stick around to watch Sam and his friends getting raw chicken germs all over my kitchen, I will not be able to refrain from obsessively trotting around after them, fastidiously wiping everything with Clorox wipes. I'll still do that, but I'll wait till after they're done.
That's all I've got for now. I'll probably post again this weekend with an account of how the rooster-slaughter goes!
(Seriously, I have nothing but respect for moms (and parents in general) who maintain a busy life with their kiddos. I pretty much never want to go anywhere because it's so much dang work. I hate nursing in public, so whenever we go somewhere, we're watching the clock for when we need to be back home for the next meal, and carrying around a car seat is super awkward and cumbersome... anyway, the list goes on. But some moms just get out there and continue having a life, quite beautifully, which I completely admire. That mom is not me.)
Actually, last summer we were still in our apartment, too. We're coming up on a year in our house (we moved at the end of October last year) and we absolutely love it here. We originally wanted more land, but I think it's probably best that our lot is half an acre. Sam is always talking about the animals he would have if we had a larger property, but realistically he doesn't have time for the goats, cows, sheep, dogs (and my bees... I've had a yearning for a while now to take up bee-keeping) that he would no doubt be collecting if he could. He has to content himself with hatching plans for a bigger and better chicken coop so that he can get a lot more chickens (I'm petitioning for guinea fowl because they're so stinking cute).
Speaking of chickens... our two roosters, Hunkle and Seaman Hornsby (huge points to you if you recognize those names), are rapidly approaching the end of their lives. They've started crowing, loudly, which I thoroughly enjoy but which I'm guessing is probably frowned upon by our neighbors. The chicken-keeping rules in our township are very hazy. Apparently, whether or not you can keep chickens depends not on any official rules but solely on the good will of your neighbors, so if they don't care, you can have them, but if they're bothered by it, you can't. Anyway, crowing roosters do not seem likely to facilitate good will amongst neighbors, so it's to be off-with-their-heads. I will miss their antics, as they're awfully entertaining to watch, strutting around and crowing, but it must be done. I will most likely take some photographic and videographic documentation of the big event and then Thaddeus and I will disappear upstairs, because I know that if I stick around to watch Sam and his friends getting raw chicken germs all over my kitchen, I will not be able to refrain from obsessively trotting around after them, fastidiously wiping everything with Clorox wipes. I'll still do that, but I'll wait till after they're done.
That's all I've got for now. I'll probably post again this weekend with an account of how the rooster-slaughter goes!
Operation Petticoat!!
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