So our house is under attack by a flock of sparrows. They won't leave our yard and they keep flying into the windows. It started yesterday morning and they are still attacking us even as I type. We had several fly into the windows throughout the day yesterday. This morning when we were in the kitchen eating breakfast, three of them flew into the patio door within 20 seconds of each other. And I have been hearing them hit various windows about every 30 minutes or so, all day long. I'm not sure what to do about it.
Last week Zac had the chance to go to the Student of the Month lunch at his school. He went with his principal and a few other students. They went to a Chinese restaurant and then to Baskin Robins. One of the students that went with him was Chris Stewart's daughter. I had no idea they lived in such close proximity to us. If you don't know who Chris is, he is the author of "The Miracle of Freedom: Seven Tipping Points That Saved the World" and "The Great and Terrible" series, which Zac has read. He is also running for Congress.
Zac was in Ski Club last year and he loved it so much. Neither Steve nor I ski and neither of us has any desire to. So I was glad he was able to ski with his friends once a week last winter. This year my bad mom skills showed themselves when I turned in his application for Ski Club a little too late. By that time there was a waiting list to get in. I tried everything to get him in, including bribing the teacher in charge. Ok, not really. But I thought about it. I thought long and hard. Anyhoosers. I was so so sad last week when Ski Club started. I had to pick Zac up after taking a test after school and all the kids in the club were sitting out front waiting to get on the bus. I seriously felt like the worst mom ever. Because we all know, I'm not takin' him skiing. It was that club or nothin'. But as I was sitting there in the van waiting for him, watching the members of the ski club I had a realization. HE HAS PNEUMONIA! HELLO! He couldn't go skiing, even if he was in the club. Especially because on that very day that ski club started, he woke up having a hard time breathing and had to do a breathing treatment. And he was totally exhausted that day when he got home from school and had to do another treatment that night. The doctor told us it would take at least a month for the pneumonia to clear up and that he shouldn't do anything strenuous in that time. Ski Club lasts for 2 months, which means he would have missed half of it (and lost half of the money for it) if we had signed up on time. It was just a reminder to me that sometimes things don't always work out as we want them to, but we don't know everything, and sometimes what we thought was a bad thing works out for the best in the end.
Addy has this breakfast eating problem. She likes to eat weird things for breakfast. Like soup. Or ham sandwiches. She gets this from her father. Anyway. She also can't eat breakfast within the first hour of waking up. So if I make her something, it just sits there. I usually make her wait to eat after the girls do so that she will actually eat her food. Sometimes this makes her mad, even though at the times I do make her food because she insists she will eat it, she doesn't. She does eat breakfast everyday though. Well, on Saturday I guess she couldn't remember eating. (A problem she has been having lately when she says: I'm STARVING and you haven fed me ALL DAY. And then I remind her of all the times I fed her that day. And she still doesn't believe I have fed her.) So Saturday, she says to me all exasperated and mistreated like, "Why do you NEVER make me breakfast!?!" And I told her that I always make her breakfast. She said, "No you don't. You didn't make me breakfast on Sunday or Friday or Wednesday or JULY!"
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