The Daily Toilings Of A Part Time Stay At Home Mom

Noah obviously enjoys his new airplane from the Dollar Store.  In the hour that he tossed it around the yard there was only one expression on his face.  I suspect it to be childhood concentration but it looks like adult constipation. This thing was worth all 100 pennies and truth be told Noah bought it for himself with all the money he has made getting himself dressed in the morning.  Hey if he wants to wear a pajama shirt, jeans, and his wubba (rubber) shoes that is fine by me.  I have enough people to get dressed in this house.  One down one to go.   I love that a dime is enough to get him to do just about anything, from getting dressed to Swiffer sweeping the house.  Ten cents is as good as offering him twenty bucks.  Pretty sweet gig I got going on here. In other news my packet from the Fish and Game Department came yesterday.  If you don't know why I would need such information you can catch up here. Yup ...

Holy yard work!  Since we just had the first REAL spring weekend of the season we did what any other northeasterner did those two little glorious days...mulched, planted, raked, thatched, and talked about cleaning chicken shit out of the coop attached to our barn, ya know for when we finally get the chickens instead of just talk about them.  See how we just talked about cleaning it...I think subconsciously I am faltering on the chicken situation because I can't imagine taking care of another living creature, especially one that could be attacked and killed in my back yard while I sleep.  I have the fear of a chicken massacre for two reasons, one being that we did have chicken massacres when I was a kid living on a backyard farm and two, the man we bought the house from had ALL of his chickens killed by a minx.  Anyways that is a mess that I really don't want to wake up to, especially since the kids make plenty of their own that I have to contend with.  Thi...