I'm not being clear.
Before I had kids, I don't think I ever ran in public unless it was for exercise. Now, I'm forced to do all sorts of public 'panic running' in front of strangers: when we're late to school, when I lose my child at a crowded Chicago Christmas Fair, when my toddler escapes through the front door and heads on out to chill with the neighbors. Naked.
It's with a twinge of bitterness that I let them see me lose my cool, I let them see me sweat.
I'm confronted with public temper tantrums, bathroom accidents, awkward playdates - stretching me past my comfort zone while fellow parents witness.
That's not all. My kids - through their own interests and their own evolving selves - have created an identity for our family that I never imagined I would be a part of.
Somehow, we have become the "crazy pet people."
Now, I like pets. I do! I had a dog as a kid. We had a cat. But check this craziness out:
The current count stands at: 2 guinea pigs, 1 hamster,
I spent a good portion of Gill's afternoon nap chasing down 5 escaped chickens today. Prudent #6 (named Peanut) starting making such a ruckus from the coop out back that I peeked my head out to just catch a glimpse of numbers 1-5 rounding the corner by our back deck.
As I tossed the last of the Isa Browns into the pen I recalled last Sunday afternoon at my Grandma's house. Bela declared she wanted to get a Morning Dove or a carrier Pigeon, and Chris helped her sketch out the elaborate plans for a bird house that could reside on our screened in back porch (I suspect this detail was to be the selling point for me - the bird would live outside).
In all honesty if he gets her a carrier pigeon, I'll be the one living outside.
| The coop and pen - looking from the alley to the house. |
| The coop, looking from house to alley. Notice the guinea pig garden in front? Lettuce and Radicchio for Mama Mia and Pumkin. Also, who's peeking through the window? |
| Ha ha ha! Prisoners! |
PS - You haven't been introduced formally! We have 3 Isa Browns and 3 Amber Links. Meet:
Bela's Chickens: Stella and Peanut
Mae's Chickens: Lavender and Pinky
My Chicken: Ole Golly
Chris' Chicken: Ondrej (named after the 12 year old boy who lives down the street)