adapting

If you are going to live under this Big Top, you got to learn to adapt because it can be a crazy circus.

Zoë’s Albert is doing just that…finally. It helps that he can open doors so that he can pretty much go where ever he desires.

Currently that would be in Daniel’s room, Yeah, that is going over REAL well.

Daniel continues to struggle with work on adapting. Not the first trait that pops into your head when you think about someone living on the Spectrum.

At least he is not alone in adapting to Albert taking up temporary residence here under The Big Top.

I’m betting that Daniel will adapt to Albert opening his bedroom door and chilling in his room under his bed faster than Zelda will adapt to Albert period.

still just like a circus

One would imagine as my circus act is grown and some are out of the house perhaps it would be a little less like like a circus.

Yeah.

No.

Currently we have a house guest for the next month.

Zoë’s Prince Albert. He’s literally the size of a small beagle and he is definitely overwhelmed, a little pissed off and definitely scared as he has been hiding behind the drapes, the washer (how in the world?…) and the toilet in the kids’ bathroom.

Then there is this feathered little pecker.

Now what in world could one of god’s wonderful, little songbirds be doing to be annoying? His song is so so sweet joyfully praising the arrival of Spring…or perhaps trying to get the attention of a female wonderful, little songbird because, it is Spring.

Well, let me tell you what this little pecker is doing…

From the first light of morning, through the late afternoon, he is repeatedly hurtling his little songbird body against my windows…especially THIS window, the window he has CRACKED by repeatedly flying into the window. Do you see the crack on the right side of the window in the above picture? That freaky, little songbird did that!

Google why birds fly into windows or how to prevent birds from flying into windows and you discover that they do this because this particular type of bird sees his reflection in the windows and is trying to scare or fight off the competition from the female he is trying to mate with. So basically he is a horny bird fighting with himself thinking that it is another horny bird trying to steal his girl. Google will also warn you that this is leading to the deaths of birds because they are flying into your windows which of course means that you are the asshole for living in a house with windows which reflect the birds’ images and habitat in the sunlight. Their blood is on YOUR hands! It’s almost as bad as if you were to have a domesticated cat and let them go outside to explore…almost…pretty close. Google is trying to make me feel guilt and shame for having a house…with deadly windows. I would feel shamed except for the fact I have a HUGE CRACK in my window thanks to horny, stupid bird. I won’t lie, I’d let Albert go outside to explore and hopefully get rid of the damn bird if he wasn’t such a scaredy cat right now.

And speaking of cats…

This one…our little 7 pound ball of fur…less than half Albert’s size, Zelda, the Alpha kitty, has way too much on her plate at the moment because Albert the giant scaredy cat, Betty the dumb Australian shepherd who just wants to play and that bird…that bird!!! Her struggle of does she continue to establish her reign as The Alpha Kitty with this guest who is twice her size and the stupid dog that wants to play or does she try to figure out a way to get to the horny bird smashing himself repeatedly in the skylight window 18 feet out of her reach. You can’t imagine the struggle she is dealing with right now!

The struggle is real!

Exhausting too!

So basically Albert is a big scaredy cat, Betty is a ridiculous hot mess, Zelda is a bully and that bird is an asshole.

We just had to have animals in this circus!

photo dump 2-9-15 edition

I may not be writing much lately but I am taking pictures.

There is that at least.

Colds and flu season…sigh!

Bridesmaid gown acquired. Little sister will be pleased.

So apparently Starbucks and Match have joined together to help me meet someone? Um…no one tell my husband?

I might have a problem. Then again, most runners I know have a similar problem…worse even. By the way, I crushed that long run this past weekend and then I ate all the Chicken Alfredo Baked Ziti.

Actually I did save some for the family including Hazel who declared it all to be delicious…except the mushroom.

Meanwhile, not even her favorite, Queen Elsa, could wake up Fallon to come join the family for dinner.

Cavity inducing bedtime moments like these are truly the best.

And this. A Sunday well spent brings a week of content.

I sure do hope so!

Happy Monday y’all!

 

oh wait! I DO still have children

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As long as I have these two…going out of their way to tease and swipe at one another only to look me straight in the eye declaring their innocence because, clearly, SHE started it!

This one has been especially needy the last couple weeks…and who could blame her as she too is missing Buster a lot. Betty has been Buster’s devoted companion, sister and friend for the last 8½ years. Grief sometimes makes you needy and it’s okay because it’s grief.

And this one who is incredulous that I would put her in her pet carrier to take to the vet for a checkup after ALL that she did for me when I needed her most. Trust me, Zelda, EVERYONE at the vet heard all about it.

Such is life here under The Big Top…it’s a freaking circus! Yeah, I love it.

 

devoted caregiver

Sidelined the last five days with gastroenteritis, she has proven to be the most devoted caregiver always by my side.

It’s a sacrifice as you can see.

But one afternoon, home alone with just my devoted caregiver, I realized that the odds of her getting me something to drink is pretty much slim to none. So I stumble out of bed.

What are YOU doing out of bed, she demands with her glaring eyes.

Well, I don’t see you bringing me tea and toast, I hiss at her as I crawl back into bed.

Whatever, she snorts back.

True story.

She actually did snort as I said that to her while getting back into bed.