All is well. We had a little ceremony today and we buried Charlie in a "peaceful" (as much as one exists in a house of four kids and two dogs) place in our yard. Eliza was very sad and i took the opportunity to talk about death and dyiing. It was good and nice and real. I know it all seems silly for a chicken, but we really care about our chickens - they are pets as much as our dogs are.
My sister and her kids are visiting and i have taken many photos with my new camera, have i mentioned how i love it, cause i love it so... Anyway pictures can be seen on flickr.
I am amazed at how different siblings can be, i see it in my own kids; but me and my sister - night and day. My sister is a worrier and completely OCD, literally. She can't handle my house and my kids. She literally thinks that we are disgusting, in a loving kind of way. People often come to my house and comment "i can't believe how clean you keep your house with four kids..." but, my sister, she makes me feel like shit. Like the shittiest mother in the world. My kids are happy kids, messy yes, but happy. And i am cool with that. Yet, it's amazing how a sister can make you feel like shit about your lifestyle choices.
My mom, who happens to be hear too, even stayed behind when we went to the logging museum and cleaned the whole house for me. Fucking excellent. She could feel my stress. Is there anything better than someone else cleaning your house? I really don't think there is. I once had house cleaners for awhile and despite strangers inspecting my dainty's it was the best of times.
I really have not much to say as i am still dragging my ass in sleep deprivation. But, Parker is climbing down from the ledge of crazy nursing mom pushed too far, and weaning is again in sight. As is his second birthday baby.
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Posted by Mqfgddey | July 14, 2009 3:21 PM