Birdwatching

I've been distracted the past several days by these cute baby birds on our porch. Really distracted! We first noticed the nest a few weeks ago and watched the mother bird come and go quite a bit. We couldn't see any eggs in the nest because of it's location, but last week we were surprised by four new fluffy little gray baby birds. I've never seen new baby birds before, and I just couldn't get enough of them. They are so fascinating!

As shown in the pictures above, we can see the nest through our front door windows. Every time I walk by our front door (about a million times a day), I simply can't resist peeking through the window to check on the birds. If we open the door to get a better look, the mother bird flies away, and the babies duck down and hide. A few times we actually watched the mother feed them as they turned their beaks to the sky, opened wide and chirping for food. I kept thinking of my four little ones when they get hungry--one mom trying to feed these hungry and demanding kids--I can never be fast enough for them! One time the mother didn't have any food, and the begging babies just eventually quieted down.

We've spent a lot of time in our entryway the past few days watching this little bird family. It's ridiculous how obsessed and how attached I've become to them. My kids too. Some days I would pull up a chair and just watch them. Not that I didn't have anything better to do--I've had endless to-do lists, but I find myself just putting everything on hold to watch my little birds. I don't want to miss anything!

After just a few days the little birds were growing so quickly. The nest was getting crowded (I can relate to that as well), and yesterday they were trying out their wings but hadn't left the nest yet. We could tell they were getting really close though.

This morning I was so disappointed to wake up not four, but just one baby bird left in the nest. I was hoping to witness them flying off, but we missed it! So all day today there has been one lonely baby left. Or maybe I am lonely for it. I think this one hatched later than the others and is just a bit behind. I was missing the sweet little bird family all day long and feeling so sad for that last baby bird. I didn't even see the mother bird come back at all today. Is it an orphan now? Did I mention how ridiculously attached I've become to this family of birds? I don't even know what kind of birds they are--sparrows maybe?

This has been such a fun experience for our family and although a simple thing, I'm sure it will be one of the highlights of our summer!

Blake at 8

"Hi there! I'm 8 months old now. Aren't I a cutie? That's what everyone tells me, but I'm trying not to let it go to my head.

"My daddy styled my hair today. What do you think, does it work for me? I learned how to crawl, and I really like to climb up and over anything in my path. I am a smiley kid, but a little stingy with my laughs. If you tickle me, I might give you a little giggle. I love my fruit and veggies and Cheerios. I especially like eating Cheerios that I find while crawling through the house. One time I tried saving some Cheerios in my pocket, but my mommy found them and took them out. Can't get anything by her! I don't have any teeth yet, but I'm working on it. I am really good at wiggling and squirming, especially if you try to change my diaper or get me dressed. I can even say 'Dad' and "Dada," but I'm not sure what that means. My brothers and sister like to carry me around the house and hold me. My brother calls me Super Baby and flies me through the house. I hope I make it to my first birthday. I just spit up all over my Daddy (and right into his mouth, hee, hee). Smushed up garden vegetables, bananas with apples and strawberries, and chewed up Cheerios. I guess I ate a little too much. Spitting up is one of my talents--I've been practicing for a long time now. I don't think my daddy liked that, but I know he'll forgive me. Look at this face--can't stay mad at me too long!

"Life is pretty good!"

Mac 'n Cheese

While I was trying to decide what to make for dinner the other night, Annie didn't hesitate to let me know what she wanted . . . .

"My tummy needs macaroni and cheese."

I tried talking her out of it.

"Jesus wants me to have macaroni and cheese."

How do you argue with that?

I did it.

I met my goal and accomplished my challenge (see May 17 post). Are you surprised? This morning I dreamed that Chris brought me a huge cheesecake on a beautiful platter to celebrate my accomplishment. (Am I the only one who dreams about food?) Unfortunately, there was no cheesecake waiting for me when I woke up, but luckily I had stashed a few small goodies in the freezer (thanks for the idea, Bobbie). I ended up sending half of them in the boys' lunches so that I wouldn't eat them all. Progress!

Josh's Happy Lego

Let me get one thing cleared up before I go on with the post. JOSH is writing this post. NOT Tami!!!!!!!!!!! It is not on my blog so I will get more people looking at this. That's right! I have a BLOG! (I had one since I was eight.)That's the whole reason I'm writing a post. (If you're wondering, I'm writing in all caps to have more attention.)Look at MY blog, Happy Lego! Leave comments! If you're even wondering who I am, I AM TAMI'S SON! She's made posts about me! I'm the one in the picture above with the red shirt.

http://happylegoguy.blogspot.com

Bye for now.