It was just non-stop.
Saturday started with the girls and I going to pick up Woodstock. They were going to come here, but after driving all night and finally arriving at a place I found for them in Des Moines to sleep at, they were so tired. I told them I’d come to them.
I met some gorgeous birds that are going into foster care along the trip. (They were all rescued by the Macaw and Cockatiel Rescue of New Mexico.) Quite a few of the birds were going to stay at the Iowa Parrot Rescue where they will be rehabbed and hopefully be adopted into loving forever homes. I met this blue and gold macaw who had plucked out her chest feathers, but was still so sweet. We had a little conversation on the way out the door as she was bidding me goodbye.
I also met the sweetest amazon. I wanted to bring her home with me, but a person only has so much room. And I can’t have a loud bird here. She said the one I was loving on needed adopted and she wasn’t that loud, but I couldn’t take the risk.
We brought Woodstock to his forever home though. Here he is, hanging in his new cage the first day.
He really is a sweet little guy. Stepped up for me right away. I’m keeping an eye on his weight. Anna said he should be around 60 grams. Since Saturday, he’s been holding steady at 52 g. I weighed Twinkle too just to have a comparison, and she at 12 weeks weighs 46 grams. She’s still little though with a lot of growing to do.
After I brought Woodstock home and got him set up in his cage, Pato took the 3 youngest and got his hair cut. Then it was off to the church down the street to their festival they have every summer. Hamburger, hot dogs, corn, etc were there to eat, plus a talent show, inflatable jumpy things for the kids, and games. We had a blast until Christiano started to have a meltdown. He hadn’t had a nap all day. Plus, he hadn’t nursed all day, which to me is good because it helps start the weaning process (Ha ha ha!) but to him, not a great time.
I told Pato I wanted to go before the fireworks. We can see them from our front yard anyway. He was messing around, messing around, messing around, until finally I got fed up and went to the car with Christiano. Pato dilly dallied around, taking his jolly sweet time, and by the time he got back to the car, it was too late to leave. The entrance had been blocked for the fireworks. Christiano was C-R-A-N-K-Y. I was mad, I just went into full blown nagging wife. Pato finally took Christiano out of the car to sit in the grass, saying to me – the nicest translation I can think of from Spanish to English is, can you ever just shut up and leave things as they are already.
No.I.Can’t.
ThankYouVeryMuchYouJerk
I love him, but if there’s one thing I hate about his behavior it’s that his wants and needs come first A LOT. Cranky children just have to suffer through whatever it is daddy feels he has to do. If I’m out with the kids and one of them is tired and cranky, unless what we are doing is urgent, I take the kids home. I don’t make them suffer because I want to do something.
Same thing with shopping. When I go shopping, I buy for the kids. I rarely buy myself anything. When Pato goes shopping, he always looks for himself first. If he happens to walk by something that triggers a thought of one of our children, he might pick it up. You should see his closet.
You know how it’s usually stereotypical of women to hide their receipts and purchases?
That’s my husband.
He lowers the price of everything he buys to me.
Until I find a receipt.
Drives me nuts.
But, I go off topic.
He was a jerk that night and we’ll leave it at that.
I forgot to take my camera to the festival, so we’re stuck with a couple of cell phone pictures of the fireworks –
My niece Taylor came over after the fireworks and spent the night. She’s always so wonderful when she is here. It’s my kids that make me want to pull my hair out.
Taylor always tries to include all the kids when she’s playing, but she’s pulled 3 different ways. Alyce ends up crying because Jordan and Kat won’t let her play with Taylor too. It’s really quite heartbreaking.
Yesterday, we were going to go to mom and dad’s, but they ended up having plans out of town. So, we went to the grocery store to get stuff to grill for supper, then came home and went to the pool.
Taylor spent the night again, which was awesome. She vacuums. She offered.
I told the kids to get their chores done and Jordan is all, Taylor, can you come help me? I said, no. Taylor does not live here. She does not have chores at our house.
She did vacuum though, and did a better job than any of my kids do. Christiano had emptied every single one of Woodstock’s bowls on to the floor so there was seed everywhere.
It wasn’t even really a bad weekend. It just left me feeling like it was mass chaos and my children weren’t listening to anything I said.
Oh, I spent a good 25 minutes cleaning up Christiano last night too. That was fun. I’ll spare you some of it, but he has this Vtech – Sit to Stand Alphabet Train.
Cute isn’t it?
It took us awhile to figure out what they were singing. It sings, happily we chug along, learning letters singing songs, happily we chug along, on the train.
Well, Jordan decided that’s not what it sounded like.
He said it was have a wee wee tug along – then the rest. As much as I would like to blame it on him being a true boy, that is what they sound like they are saying.
I kept hearing the song going on and on and on last night. I turned around and there was Christiano, hand in his diaper, having a wee wee tug along.
Only his diaper wasn’t empty.
That was fun.
Then Woodstock bit the crap out of the first knuckle on my right hand index finger. Turns out, what Twinkle has been doing this whole time is not biting. Those are little love taps. A full grown 7 year old lovebird bites A LOT harder than a 3 month old baby. I think he’d just had enough of my noisy kids all day and when I went to have him step up so I could weigh him again, he chomped down on my knuckle and wouldn’t let go. He didn’t break the skin, but my knuckle still hurts today.
I thought after that, I’ll have him step up on a perch, then take him to weigh him. He stepped up alright, then he ran down the perch, bit me again, and ran back up to his rope perch.
I didn’t weigh him last night.
I was so nervous this morning. I put a towel over my hand. He wouldn’t step up to that. He jumped to the cage door, then jumped to my shoulder. We walked to the scale, he climbed off my shoulder onto the scale. He’s still 52 grams, no weight loss, that’s good. Then he stepped right up on to my finger and we hung out for awhile, like last night’s chow down on my finger never happened.
I guess if he wants to pretend it never happened, I will too.
Silly lovebird.
After reading about my weekend, you probably need something nice and relaxing right? My sister in law sent me some pictures that she took through the window of their hummingbird feeder. I can’t believe these were through a window.
Aren’t those gorgeous?
She told me that it was funny because when the feeder was empty, one of the hummingbirds kept flying to the kitchen window looking in. Like, hey! Josh! Our food is empty over here! Hop on it.
When he filled it and walked away they were right back to it. We think they were watching and waiting.
Silly hummingbirds.
oh oh oh, and I made a quick new siggy for the bird forum I am a part of –
That was a lot of extracting. I need a better picture of Woodstock, but that works for now.
Have a great day!
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Awww, Welcome, Woodstock! How cute. I had a nonstop busy weekend too, and now it is like, “Ahhhhh. Deep breath.”
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