Max and I finally went to Butterfield Acres. It is a little farm in the Calgary city limits but it feels like you are on Old Macdonalds farm way out in the country. I had heard that it was a great place to take kids but it was better than I imagined. Max loved it so we will definitely be going again. You can read all about it at www.familyfuncalgary.com where I just did my first guest post.
Today is #whocaresFriday. You probably don’t care if I am calling it #whocaresFriday which is exactly the reason I am calling it #whocaresFriday. Also, I don’t care that you don’t care. There are so many levels to this.
I’ve been home alone for the past two days, not that you would care to hear all the reasons behind that situation, but I’ve been talking to myself a lot. Like really a lot. Embarrassing amount of a lot. ‘Who cares’ has been a reoccurring statement that I’ve said to myself. It’s kind of like telling myself to ‘snap out of it’, ‘quit whining’ and ‘move on’. Do you ever talk to yourself like that?
Also, I’ve been on the verge of tweeting so many times today that it’s embarrassing. Seriously if I spent as much time cleaning the house as I did on social networking this house would be spotless! Trust me, it’s far from spotless. Who cares! Well I actually do care but just not enough to do something about it obviously.
Oh yeah, I got sidetracked, back to tweeting. I keep typing an update and then realizing how dull and boring it is. So I shake my head, say who cares about this anyway, and I delete it before hitting that tweet button. This has happened a lot today. Like really a lot. Embarrassing amount of a lot. Who cares?
Anyway, in the spirit of the day (#whocaresFriday), I am going to post a video that I made a while ago for a vlog called ‘Misty’s Musts for Thrift Store Shopping’ and then thought, who cares? and never posted it.
Other random #whocaresFriday notes:
I really love cold butter.
Rachel Zoe tweeted - Is Skyler to young to have his first LV? So MAJ for a new diaper bag! DIE! Thoughts? XoRZ Well of course he's too young RZ! The bag costs well over 1K! The child is 4 months old! (Don't get me wrong, I love RZ!) (Also love LV!)
David Lebovitz tweeted the following - Very hard to do yoga, especially one-legged standing poses, on a moving vessel. Sheesh David, I feel so sorry for you! (Don't get me wrong, I'd probably find it hard too.)
Seriously people! I'm not trying to be mean, but...Who Cares!
First Tweet - In Walmart & they are announcing an unadvertised giveaway in 1 minute! You better believe I'm getting in line!
Second Tweet - Wow! 1st giveaway lens cleaner!http://ow.ly/i/eCGD (If you listen to the informercial queen wanna-be, she makes outrageous statements like "it picks up germs and bacteria" and "we invented it".)
Third Tweet - 2nd giveaway a miracle cloth! Savings of $900! Cleans everything with water only! Cleans car in 10 min!
Fourth Tweet -
Last Tweet -
Hello from the land of 36. It's been a week and I don't really like it here. Also, I love my son but when I bring 6 books out to the porch I expect to read them all, not just the 123's over and over and over. Sheesh. Oh yeah, and when I tell him that I will help him in just a second, why doesn't he shut up and wait for me to help him 'in just a second'? Here we are this morning and just in case you don't notice over the course of the video, Max is a total camera hog!
Yesterday was the first full day since the end of June without company. So I took every spare minute to start gathering and organizing all the photos and videos we've taken in the past month. What a huge job! I'm still not finished but I thought I'd share what the rest of the story about our robins. Here are some pics and a video to go along with the saga.
Every morning from the time that Mrs. Robin started sitting in the nest until July 4th when the last two birds flew the nest, Max ate his breakfast and watched as Mr. and Mrs. Robin brought breakfast to their little ones. I would explain to him what was happening and he would look on with curious eyes and babble back at me like he understood. One morning as I was occupied elsewhere in the kitchen I heard him say 'Bird'! When I looked at him in surprise he was pointing up at the nest. I tried and tried to get him to say it again but no such luck. I don't think you can claim a word as part of your child's vocabulary when they only say it once.
The baby robins were first sighted on June 22nd. I tried to take pics and videos every morning and whenever I saw activity that was interesting. About a week after they hatched (I think it was the 26th or 27th) I was watching Mrs. Robin as she seemed to be cleaning out the nest one evening. Then, sadly, she picked up a lifeless form and flew it away. Then there were three. I wondered if she felt any sadness and where she took the poor little guy. We were so attached to these little robins!
On July 3rd we had just finished eating lunch on the porch when Josh decided to take a look in the nest. He got a big surprise when one of the babies dive-bombed him! Then there were two.
The next day...Independence Day! Josh and I were watching Max play in his swimming pool when one of the two remaining birds hopped out of the nest onto the screen door and held on for dear life while flapping it's wings wildly! He let go and grabbed on a couple of feet lower and then dropped to the chair right beside Josh before finally hopping to the porch and away under the railing. Then the final robin followed close behind. I caught some of it on video but there was a lot of excitement and trying to keep Max back from the birds. The coolest thing is that Max was able to observe so much of the process. He still looks at the nest, over a week later, and talks about the birds. We haven't seen them around but we hope they are having good luck learning to scavenge for food and fly high in the sky!
Thank you Robin Family!!!
The emotions I feel for Max are so strange and wonderful. They contradict themselves it seems.
The moments when he wants nothing and no one but me can be so frustrating yet when I can make my tired brain stop and take in this tiny creature that gets comfort from me it is so fulfilling. I want him to need me. I want him to want me.
He has really started walking a lot this week and a few moments ago he tugged his hand away from mine as we walked so that he could stroll in the direction that he wanted to go ALL BY HIMSELF. Makes me sad, makes me proud. Makes me cry, makes me smile.
He yells 'All done' then dumps his bowl. Makes me mad, makes me laugh.
He squeals when he's excited (and other times too). It is so shrill and annoying but sometimes so cute!
He has started climbing. Makes me scared and excited for adventures to come!
My baby boy is growing up. I love him so much more than I knew you could love someone. (I know, Mom, you told me it was this way.)
Of course, I'm the only one with love like this. Right? ;)