The Trials of a Busy Mom

Month: March 2013

Basement Reveal

We are enjoying our basement! Megan has moved down to her new room, and we’ve already had visitors stay in our “guest room”/Cole’s room. -No, it’s not finished, but it’s usable space, and now we can work on things a little at a time. I thought I would show you some pictures of how it looks now.

When you come down the stairs, the first room on the right is Megan’s new room, or the BLUE room.

She chose the paint color herself, and the bedspread came from our kind neighbor, who said, “Hey, I think we have a bedspread in that color.” Thanks!

No window treatments, yet, but I’m sure we’ll get to that soon. Because the furnace closet is in her room, we decided to just make that wall even and put in two closets. She LOVES having a whole closet just for her art stuff.

I do not know what’s up with that can collection on the top shelf, but she says she is saving them for “a project.” Whatever.

Here’s the view from the other side of the room, where you can see her desk and dresser.


Around the corner is the bathroom.
I love how it’s happy and yellow and sunny. I bought that light fixture a few years ago when we first started on the basement, and I’m glad we could still use it. Because of the florescent lights in there, I can’t get a good picture that doesn’t make the walls look green, but know that they are indeed yellow.


Of course, if you look to the right of the toilet, you will see one of those unfinished areas. Yes, there is a tub, but it’s not working. No shower, no tile. Sorry, kids, you’ll still have to shower upstairs. Oh, and since it’s not working, it seems to have some junk in it.

Now that we have a toilet paper holder and a towel rack, it really feels like a bathroom.

Down the hall from the bathroom you come to the kitchen area. Only it’s not a kitchen yet, it’s a nice area with lots of tile. 044

We bought some folding tables and chairs for upcoming parties, and just moved the Foosball table out to the kitchen area. Someday that will be a nice island there under the funky blue lights. For now, it’s a game table, which is ALMOST the same thing, right?

From the kitchen, you can go into the bedroom on the right. This is Cole’s room, although Cole is not here to live in it. He’ll be here for about 3 weeks after school is out and before he leaves on his mission, and I hope he enjoys this nice new room. If you look in the closet, you’ll see a few items for the missionary, and nothing else.

The bed, while not here in time for our first visitors, is now set up and I love it. You can also see a little bit of that blue vanity/dresser that I painted a while back. That piece has been hiding out in my bedroom and I filled it up with leftover Christmas things, etc. I brought it down to the basement wondering if it would go with Megan’s room, and realized it looks pretty good in Cole’s room, instead.


On the other side of the kitchen is the new family room.

I moved the big overstuffed couches from the front room upstairs (and by I, I don’t just mean I. I definitely needed help moving those things down the stairs) and they fit nicely in a basement. I bought three packages of these curtains on clearance, and was so excited about how well they matched, and then discovered that each package was only one panel. Of course, when I went back to the store to get more, they didn’t have any more of that specific curtain, but I did find them online, but not for the same great price. Oh, well. This pillow was my “inspiration piece” for the family room. I wanted that yellow, beige and purple and green together.

We also have some bean bag chairs on the floor. Comfy, comfy.
On the other side of the room we have a treadmill. I don’t like it there, but I don’t know where else to put it, so there it sits.

There’s no tv, no entertainment center, no screen, not anything on the walls or decorations anywhere, so it still looks a bit unfinished and not really lived in, but those things will come. For now, I’m thrilled to have the finished space. It’s nice to have Megan into her own room, and we will gradually get those other things finished so that it feels like home, and someplace the kids want to hang out. We’ll be having two get togethers this weekend, so we’ll surely use the space!

Sisters. Or ARE they?

I have one daughter who is walking around today saying she doesn’t want to go to church.
What is it about church you don’t want to go to? I ask her. Is it Young Women’s? No, Young Women’s is fine, she says in her most bored voice. Is it Sunday School? I ask, trying to be patient. No, Sunday school is fine, she says, sounding even boarder, if that were possible. Sacrament Meeting? I ask. What could be wrong with Sacrament meeting? Is there something special happening in Sacrament Meeting that you especially don’t like?

The truth finally comes out. “The Young Women are SINGING in sacrament meeting.”

That’s it? Singing? By the way she said it, you would have thought she was saying that all young women would be giving blood, or standing up there in their underwear. Singing? How could singing be so bad?

Contrast that with her sister, who for the past month has been attending a two hour rehearsal every Sunday to prepare to sing in the Young Women’s general broadcast this Saturday. We’ve had to buy her a special outfit in the colors they require, and yesterday she went with the other young women of our stake to the conference center for a dress rehearsal. She is so excited about this, and comes home from each rehearsal just glowing. It’s been such a marvelous experience for her. Each week someone from the general young women’s board is there and speaks to them, so it’s like a fireside with singing. And their conductor is amazing. I know Sister Webb from way back at Brighton High, where she was a student teacher for our choir class. I don’t remember which year that was, but we all loved her energy and excitement. Later, as a freshman at BYU, I enrolled in University Chorale, and who was the instructor? Merrilee Webb. So I was excited for my daughter to have this amazing experience of learning from her, and singing in the conference center.

These two opposite girls are both my daughters.

They don’t often agree, and they don’t always get along. It’s hard to believe they are sisters. But I love them both, even in their differences.

(Actually, I love ALL of my daughters, (and my sons, of course) even the one who doesn’t really belong to me–I can still claim her as my daughter this year–though I am only addressing those two right now.)

Why I love Grease Monkey and the story of the headlight

A few months ago our daughter had an unfortunate accident where she hit a parked car. Not much damage to the 88 Camry she was driving, more damage to the 95 Camry she hit. Anyway, that left our Camry with a crunched headlight. When it came time to get that car inspected, we wanted to make sure it was going to pass inspection before we put any money into it.

So, I took that car in to Grease Monkey to be inspected, and miraculously, everything else passed. They told me that they would once we got that light, they would put it in, and could even pound out that bit of metal so that the light would go in.

That was in January. Ryan didn’t want to go picking and pulling to find that light at a junkyard, so he ordered it from some place off the internet. When the light finally came, it was quite BIG for the light that we needed. Turns out that they sent us a taillight for a Nissan VAN or something, not the side light for a Camry. Ryan had to write to that company, get a RMA number, etc, etc. Then he ordered the part from Auto Zone, thinking that they would get it right. Right? When that part came another week or two later, it was also the wrong part. Smaller, but not right. So Ryan took the part in to Auto Zone and probably chewed them out. How hard is it to order a part for a stinkin 88 Camry?

Here we are in mid March, and the guy from Auto Zone called to tell me the part was in. I was skeptical, but went to go get it. It was indeed the correct part. Megan and I went back to Grease Monkey to see if they could A-install the light, and B-sign off on our registration inspection, even though we have been expired for about 45 days. Those guys at Grease Monkey not only installed the light for us, they pounded out some of the crunched metal to make the part fit! AND they passed off on the inspection. When I went to pay, he said it was NO CHARGE. NO CHARGE? Can you believe that?

So I must sing the praises of Grease Monkey once again. Not only do they give you popcorn and drinks while you wait, accept everyone else’s coupons making it so I never have to pay full price, AND they are generally nice and helpful guys! And the Lehi location is really the best (not to mention that there’s a Kneaders right next door, in case the popcorn and sodas aren’t enough for you to nosh on while you wait for the nice guys to work on your car.)

Thank you, Grease Monkey!

Which mom will it be today?

I am often torn between two personalities–we’ll call them “Fun Mom”, or the fun mom who takes her kids to do great things on a Saturday, and “Cranky Mom”, who would be the mom who just wants everyone to STOP WHINING AND DO YOUR JOBS.

Family Pictures

>We took some family pictures on Monday, since my brother Scott and his family are in town (staying with us in our newly finished basement). Because of different schedules, we had some time to kill while we were waiting for the rest of the family to get there, so we did some goofing off with our own camera. I don’t have any of the official pictures yet, but here are some of the goofy ones.

Yes, those are all my sister Chrissy’s kids.






I like this one of me and my favorite oldest daughter.
I don’t know who had the camera, but they took a lot of close up goofy ones of Ryan.


What a crazy family. I can’t wait to see how the REAL pictures turn out!


I discovered a recipe recently that is just so good I have to share it. Chocolate covered peanut butter pretzel bites.
chocolate pretzel

I made them once, and then my kids have made them again, and they are so yummy, but they get gobbled up pretty quickly. They are kind of like a take 5 bar! I saw many different recipes floating around, but I found this particular one on Sally’s Baking Addiction, and if you would like to take a few minutes and drool over recipes, that’s a good place to do it.

Chocolate Covered Peanut Butter Pretzels

makes 30 bites

1 cup creamy peanut butter
2 tbsp unsalted butter, softened to room temperature
1/2 cup confectioners’ sugar
3/4 cup light brown sugar
60 pretzels
1 semi-sweet Bakers Chocolate Baking Bar OR chocolate melts

Line a large baking sheet with parchment paper. Set aside.

In a medium size bowl, mix together peanut butter and butter with a spoon. Stir in sugars until thick dough forms. Roll peanut butter dough into 30 small balls. If it is too sticky, add more powdered sugar.

Sandwich balls between two pretzels and place on prepared baking sheet. Freeze for 10 minutes.

While the pretzel bites are chilling, break up the chocolate and melt for about 1 minute in microwave, stirring every 20 seconds. Dip the pretzel bites halfway into the melted chocolate and place bite back on baking sheet. Refrigerate the dipped bites for at least 10 minutes for chocolate to set.

Pretzel Bites are fresh up to one week, stored in the refrigerator.

Spring Ring

A few months ago, I got a call from Mary, one of the directors of the Handbell Guild. They are the nice people who have loaned me the chimes to start my elementary school hand chime choir. She asked if I would like to bring my choir to perform at the annual Spring Ring, where hand bell choirs from all throughout the state come for an all day workshop with a guest clinician. This year’s event would be held at Davis High. I pretty much dismissed that idea, because first of all, I only had 12 students at the time, and second.. Davis High? That’s in Kaysville. Do you know how far that is to drive? I politely thanked her and told her I would think about it.

Well, she called again in February and reminded me that we were invited to come and play at the spring ring if we could. The board thought it would be fun to include an elementary choir, and say a little bit about the chime loan program to encourage other people who might want to get a choir started at their school or church. Well, I told her I would ask the parents and get back to her. I sent out an email to the parents of my choir and told them we had been invited to this bell choir event that was WAY up in Kaysville, and they would have to drive their kids there, and if they didn’t all come it would be fine. I figured I would need 11 kids to make it work. Maybe 10. Within a few days I had 8 kids committed to come. With my two kids, that would be 10, so I decided to go for it.


I told the kids and the parents that we would go, and accepted the invitation, but not without trepidation. It’s one thing to play in the band and orchestra concert where the only people who come are the parents who think whatever their kid does is great, and another thing entirely to play in front of a whole crowd of BELL PEOPLE. Not only bell people, but my peers. I told LeAnna Wilmore, the Bells on Temple Square director, what would be happening, just to make sure that was ok with her that I would leave our group for a bit to go and direct my little choir, and to ask her if I could borrow some chimes if we needed extras. She was nothing but supportive, telling me I could use whatever I needed, and that it would be no problem at all.


Then she announced it to the group that I would be bringing my little chime choir to this event. My bell choir peeps were SO supportive. I don’t know why I was surprised. We have been together for 8 years, some of us, and we really are like a family. One friend said, “What song are you playing? If you want, we can stand behind and ring just in case they mess up. I was really blown away by their kind comments. It made me feel encouraged. A little bit.052

We rehearsed the Star Spangled Banner in earnest, and even had some early morning rehearsals this week so that all of the kids could ring together. Normally half come before school and half come after school, which makes it a little difficult to hear the whole song together. All but one of my kids committed to come, so we didn’t even have to do any switching around.

But I was still nervous. This being our first “on the road” performance of any kind, I had a big mental checklist of things I had to remember. Two boxes of chimes, all the music folders, get covers for the tables, bring the old quilts we use as table pads, bring chocolate for the kids (I had promised them chocolate), as well as the stuff I usually have to schlep with me to an all day ringing event (water bottles, diet coke, slip, shoes and nylons to go with my uniform, snacks, advil, etc. I seriously had a TON of stuff. And since Ryan was going to be bringing three of the chime kids up there, I didn’t want to drive another car, so I transferred the whole load into my carpool buddy’s car to take up to Davis High on Saturday.

Set up for this kind of thing is Huge. It’s about 240 bell ringers from many different choirs all set up in the gym. We started set up at 8 am, then starting our workshop at 9:15. We learned 5 songs that day, and it’s really neat to learn from the actual composer, who was our guest conductor for the day. A lot of the high school choirs spend a few rehearsals learning the music beforehand, but we found if we do that, we get too bored during the long day of rehearsing, so we go in cold (but don’t tell the other choirs–we wouldn’t want to sound cocky or anything.)
I was so nervous about the chime thing that I really couldn’t concentrate on the music. So many things could go wrong, and I have trouble getting my brain to not focus on the worst case scenario. What if the kids don’t get there in time? What if some of them don’t come? What if they get nervous and fall apart? It wasn’t helping things when one of my friends texted me at about the time they should be leaving asking for the address of the school, and what time is it that they need to be there. Are you freaking kidding me? Do you not read ANY of the emails I sent you?

At around 4:15, the director dismissed us to go and get changed and get ready for the concert at 5:00. I knew that one of my kids was there, and I started to set things up, with a churning of stress and worry in my gut. I soon saw Ryan arrive with three of the kids, and then another parent with three more of the kids, and I was so happy to have them there. The kids, however, were more interested in seeing the really big bells and chimes than in rehearsing. I had to get them to focus so we could play the song at least once, and I told them we could all see the big bells AFTER the concert. By 4:40, all of the kids were there.
We quickly ran through our song, then I got them seated in order, and went to go change. Originally I thought I would wear regular clothes and not my Bells on Temple Square flashy raspberry dress, but I didn’t really have the time to change back and forth. I didn’t do much with my hair, either, so it looks pretty sad.

I joined my choir and played two pieces with them, then slunk away when another group did their solo. When it was our turn, I stood up, got my kids up, and got them ready to play. Mary got up to introduce us and explained about the chime loan program, and that we were an elementary choir in our first year of rehearsing, etc. And then it was our turn. I whispered to them, “Don’t play on count TWO” and we started.

Because we were playing the Star Spangled Banner, people stood up. I kind of wish they hadn’t stood up, and my director mentioned that she hoped they would announce that the audience didn’t need to stand up, but they stood up anyway. Oh, well.

The kids did great. They played it just like we had in practice! I forgot to have them bow or anything (I’m new at this), but they got a lot of applause. Because they’re so cute, right?


Then I had them go back to their seats in the stands, and I went back over to my group to play the last couple of songs and our solo.

After the concert, when I came back to get the chimes put away and show the kids the “REALLY really big bells and chimes” like I had promised, the parents were all gathered around. “What will it take to buy a set of chimes for our school?” one of them said, and “We want to do a fundraiser or something because we want this program to continue”,and “You need to meet this guy, he’s in charge of booking groups to play the National Anthem for the Jazz games.” I was overwhelmed. I hadn’t realized what a good opportunity this was to get the PARENTS together, for them to hear about the chime loan program and to talk to the other parents. I wish I had been more organized and I already had my kickstarter fundraiser program up and running so I could just tell them where they could donate, but I was a little frazzled at the time. But at least I know that they WANT to help, and sound like they are willing to do whatever it takes to keep this choir going next year.

Once I got changed and got everything loaded up in the car, I was elated. That had gone SO WELL! All my stress and worry were not necessary (when are they ever, really?) and it had gone even better than I thought it would. I was so happy with the positive reaction, and the mention of playing with the Jazz (probably won’t happen because they only have 10 more home games, but at least he thought enough of us to bring it up!). Exhausted from the very long day, but so pleased. And I finally feel like what I am doing really matters, and not just to me.

Happy Dance (to the tune of the Star Spangled Banner, because it will take DAYS to get that song out of my head).

Our exchange student
Someone asked me recently what it was like having an exchange student. I haven’t written too much about our experience with Larissa because I don’t want to embarrass her or hurt her feelings.


When she came in August, things were naturally a little awkward for all of us. We were all extra nice and she was a little shy. There was a whole bunch to do to get her registered for school, and while she was excited and friendly and helpful, I sometimes found myself getting annoyed with the extra work of not only having another teenager in the house, but the red tape and confusion of the forms and the immunizations.
While her English is excellent, there are always some communication errors, which sometimes make us laugh, and sometimes annoy us. I tried speaking German with her, but her German is really fast teenage German, and my German is 20 year old missionary German. So, if I wanted to talk about God and the Holy Ghost, I could probably manage, but listening to her tell a story about getting 20 dollars in change from a vending machine left me a bit confused.

She’s such an outgoing girl, not afraid to try new things and loves meeting new people. It takes a lot of bravery to come to a random family who you know nothing about in a random state (she did not get to pick Utah) in a new country. She just has always wanted to come to America, and she did whatever she could to make this exchange year happen. I wonder about her mom, and how she can stand to have her 15 year old gone for a whole year. Sure, she can skype with her once a week and send emails, but she has no guarantee that we didn’t just accept her daughter to come live as a nanny or a housekeeper for us (NOT the case, by the way, I’m just saying that in a hypothetical way).

We have tried to do fun things together as a family, and in the fall we went up to Snowbird for a night’s outing. It didn’t turn out like I thought it would because the tram was the only thing running, but we still enjoyed a little “fall” up in the mountains.

It didn’t take long before the boys at school noticed her, and she had a date for homecoming. Even though we don’t allow our children to date before they are 16 (heck, my children have no desire to date at 16. I have to FORCE dates upon them, so we have never encountered this issue before.) We didn’t feel right about enforcing our Mormon dating standard upon her, so we let her go. We didn’t realize that this date would turn into many more dates, and that before she was even 16, she would have a boyfriend.
But he’s a good guy. I have tried to encourage her to go out with groups, do things with other people so it’s not just a single date, etc. Her best friend here, Ashlyn, won’t be 16 for another month or so, and I think it’s hard on her that Larissa can and does date, while she’s not allowed to. Hopefully it won’t hurt the friendship, though.

This friend, Ashlyn, has really been a blessing. She and her group of friends had a bit of shock last summer, when one of the friends took his own life. It rocked their world and she didn’t ever hang out with those friends much, it was too painful and awkward. So when school started, she was feeling quite alone. Larissa knew no one except Megan, and to tell the truth, Megan is more of a ‘sister’ and less of a ‘friend’. I can’t force her to be a friend to her when she’s at school, and Larissa, while super nice and friendly, wasn’t really welcomed into Megan’s small circle of friends. Larissa and Ashlyn found each other right away and it’s been SO NICE for both of them to have a friend. They walk home from school together, go jogging together, shopping together and even went skiing together. I couldn’t have arranged it better if I had tried, and I know these girls are going to be friends even after Larissa goes home. Ashlyn is already planning and saving to go visit her in Germany, and I think it really will happen.

In October, we went to St. George as a family. We had plans to see a show at Tuacahn, go shopping, hiking, and enjoy the sun.

The rain came instead, and we had to adjust our plans, but we still had a fun trip. Everything was new and exciting for her, and it’s fun to see her gasp with excitement when she sees something new, or something that she’s seen on tv or a movie, but not in real life. She will often say, “This looks just like on tv!”. Most of the tv they watch in Germany is the same stuff we watch here, only with German voices dubbed in.

She really wanted to see Las Vegas, so she took a field trip with some other exchange students down to Vegas for a weekend. She was so excited to go there, but when she came back, she told us that some of the other students had been rude and cliquish, and the chaperone wasn’t super responsible, making it an uncomfortable weekend. But she got to go, and she got home safe.

Holidays have been lots of fun. They don’t do Thanksgiving the same as we do in America, so that was a fun experience. Of course, maybe our family celebrates Thanksgiving a little strange, with tons of people and food and then basketball.
turkey kids

We tried to do all the fun things we love about Christmas. We each had advent calendars, we decorated, we had large family parties, concerts, etc. Really, just the things that we would normally do. We didn’t ever go ice skating, but we did go sledding. We wanted to keep her busy so that she wouldn’t get too homesick during the holidays. The kids all bought each other gifts, and it was difficult for her to buy them things, especially Cole, who she doesn’t see all that much. I told her socks were a perfectly acceptable gift, and that’s what she did. She ended up giving me a silver watch that I really like! I think she asked one of the other kids for advice, but you can’t go wrong with watches for this girl.

She’s always willing to help out when asked, and often asks if she can help with dinner or other tasks. She doesn’t eat a lot of meat, and really likes salads. So most days, at dinner, even if she’s not the child assigned to help with dinner, she will offer to make a salad. It’s good for us to have salad each day, and even my non salad lovers in the family are getting used to it. It makes things strange sometimes, though. Like when we go out to dinner, she doesn’t really like fast food, and won’t eat a hamburger or cheeseburger. I think she said she hadn’t had a hamburger in four years. When we were in California, she mentioned that she would really like to drive through In and Out Burger and get a t-shirt that says In and Out California. Ok. So, we made special arrangements on our last day in California to stop at In and Out, and ordered food and a t-shirt for her. But the funny thing is, she doesn’t like hamburgers and fries, and that’s all they have there. No salads, nothing healthy. So, we all ordered cheeseburgers and fries, and got her a cheeseburger and a t-shirt. She took the meat off, gave it to someone else, and had herself a cheese and pickle and tomato sandwich.

We planned our trip to California so that both Larissa and Cole could go. It made things difficult to work around everyone’s schedules, and it was kind of crowded with 8 people, but we did it. She had only ridden one roller coaster in her life, and she’d never been to any Disney Parks. The other kids were excited to show her all their favorite attractions.P1110878

Funny thing about Disneyland, though. Most of the rides are themed around some Disney movie. So, as we were going to the Aladin show, she asked, “What is Aladin, actually?” What? Even though she had not seen Indiana Jones, she enjoyed the ride. We later vowed to make her watch a bunch of movies, just to catch her up to speed.


I love her excitement and enthusiasm for things that we might take for granted. On our roadtrip, she wanted to get pictures of each “welcome to” state sign.

She was also very interested in LA and wanted to go there. We told her that we don’t really go to LA, that Disneyland is in Anaheim. But when Ryan had to go to LAX to pick up the kids from the airport, she wanted to go with him. I don’t know if she thought she would see Johnny Depp coming out of the airport at 11:00 pm or what, but he took her with him. Of course, it was foggy and she couldn’t see anything, but she went anyway. On our last day in California, we drove through LA to Hollywood. She wanted a picture of the Hollywood sign.

We didn’t get the best picture, but we tried.

We went to Hollywood Blvd to see the Stars and the handprints and things. She LOVED it. And it was a fun thing that our family wouldn’t have gone out of our way to do on our own.

This week I realized that I haven’t been taking advantage of a native German speaker living in our house and working on my language skills. I told her I wanted to speak German with her for the whole week. The first day was hard. But the second day I realized I could just speak to the family in general in English. Cheating, I know. But it is stretching my brain to have to speak to her in German. Hopefully she will be patient with me.

It is sometimes a strain on the family having a “stranger” here. But I think out of all the strangers to have, we got a pretty good match. Although I can’t say that we treat her exactly as we do our own children (we are still a little bit more polite, more careful), we do try to treat her like one of the family. The kids tease each other, they joke around with her, and even roughhouse together sometimes. I hope we are setting a good example to her, and that someday she may think back with fondness to her experience with our family and have real interest in the Mormons, but if not, that’s ok, too. She goes to church with us, participates in Young Women and all ward functions that we go to. She even plays YW sports with the girls. She participates in family prayer and scripture reading and Family Home Evening with us (when those things happen–not saying we’re 100% here, but we are constantly trying).

I know that our family has been enriched by having her here. I think of her as a part of the family, and I hope that when this year is over, we will still keep in touch and have a lasting relationship with our German daughter.

I haven’t forgotten

a>little kids at disneyland

Are you wondering when I’m going to tell you about our trip? Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten. I’ve just been busy. BUT, to get you in the spirit of Disneyland, you could go here
and vote for our photo, which is number 251. Aren’t the kids SO CUTE? They were so tiny! And so darling! They are still cute now, but not quite so tiny, and not quite so darling. But I still love them.

It’s easy, you just enter your email address, take a moment to register (if you haven’t already) and then click on #251 to vote. I know it’s a long shot that we will have enough votes. The last few times I have tried to garner enough votes for anything, I’ve failed miserably, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. So, go vote! Vote today, vote tomorrow, vote the next day….

Must avoid IFA for the next month.

I had to get chicken feed, so I went to IFA. Luckily, I went alone, or I may not have been able to handle the temptation! You see, the tiny chicks are in, and they are JUST. SO. CUTE.

I to reach in and pet them, and look over what breeds they had and what color eggs they would lay and all that. But I DID NOT BUY ANY. We do not want to go through all the work and the stink and the mess that little chicks take. I want to buy some teenage ugly chickens so they can live outside sooner.

As I was walking back to the front of the store, an errant little chick was just out walking on the floor! I picked it up and cuddled it for a moment before I took it to the girl at the checkout desk. It’s just so fluffy! I could have just slipped that little chick in my pocket and brought it home, and then been surprised to see what kind of chicken it grew into, but I was strong.


I don’t know if could have been quite as strong if I’d had any kids with me. Must avoid IFA for the next month.

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