Oh, hey. Hello.
It’s been awhile. Finding time to sit and write seems next to impossible these days. Life is constantly pushing forward, it’s like that moment right after you trip where you do the awkward running forward thing trying to keep your feet under your body so you don’t actually fall and eat it into the concrete; just trying to keep my feet under me.
Amelia continues to grow and learn new stuff every second too.
The good news is that while the whining remains, the fits subsided pretty quick. Teaching my child manners remains a constant battle; not that she is rude, she just seems to forget key phrases like “Can I please have…” over “I want…”
Overall, simple kid things.
Her independence level is growing rapidly. Teeth brushing, drink getting (at least water from the fridge [which absolutely MUST have ice in it, every time]), dressing herself in the mornings… it all comes with a simple phrase and the same basic interaction:
*standing there watching her struggle a little*
Are you sure you don’t want just a little bit of help?
“No thanks, I can do it.”
She is pretty great.
As a fun side note, I’m having to really start watching what I say, as the following random interaction happened a couple weeks ago:
“(out of nowhere one evening) Dad?”
Yes, Ameel’s?(a nickname for her I picked up from a friend of mine)
“Did you know we can’t say f**k?”
(as I pick my jaw up off the floor and pop my eyeballs back into my skull) WHAT?!
“F**k. We can’t say it. It’s a bad word.”
Uh. Stop saying that word. No, you can’t say it.
“I know. It’s a bad word, so we can’t say it.”
Ok. Well, don’t say it again, ok?
Well. Hey man, after five years in the Navy and growing up around parents who weren’t exactly filtered in their choice of words…. it’s a bad habit, ok?! Anyways. I chuckled, as always, at the interaction.
Our biggest new development was a decision to jump on the backyard chicken train. We are the proud new owners of five adorable little baby chicks. I love them. And… they love me.
(It’s the audio that matters in the video, as the video itself is kinda dark, but you get the idea)
We’ve got (left to right/ top to bottom) Zoey, Gingie, Frightful, Princess FeatherBottom and Edna.
My current favorite is Princess FeatherBottom, who loves to perch, or as I like to call it: “Ready herself for the hunt…”
Amelia loves them though.
Like. A lot.
We got a bag of dehydrated meal worms, or as the chicks know it: crack. They love it. We bought it about a week ago, and they already know to run up to the edge of the kiddie pool (their current indoor living situation) and wait for a handful. I have been making sure they only get it by hand, so they see us as a positive.
She feeds them a handful or five in the evenings, says good night to them before bed and “bye” in the mornings when she leaves for daycare.
It’s totes adorbs to the max.
Anywho, chickens are pretty awesome and you’ll get to enjoy the process of me building a coop soon enough I’m sure. I’ve changed my mind how I want to do it at least 5 times already. Luckily I have another three months before they need a real outdoor living structure.
Slowly but surely, I hope to get back into the act of posting more regularly; finding time to write has been cumbersome, I need to make a more honest effort at it though. Welp, until next time:
Stay close, more coming soon///