No kissy!
This morning, as the schoolbus pulled in to stop at our corner, the dotter turned to me and quickly said, “No kissy!”
It was like a dart to the heart. No goodbye kiss?! What?! Is she already going through that stage of “my mommy is soooo embarassing! Ew, no, don’t kiss me in front of everybody!”
Later on, as I was coping with the tummy cramps from whatever-horrid-bug-it-is that I’ve caught, I realized that it wasn’t a case of being embarrassed.
It was a case of internalizing warnings from mommy and daddy; to wit: don’t kiss someone who is sick. I had already almost sent her off to the bus stop by herself, fearing a need to dash to the bathroom toot sweet. So she was merely protecting herself.
Much better than growing up!
Pretzel asks if it has gotten cold here. Well, yeah, considering that we’ve had a number of snows. We’ve had lows in the teens. Bleah.
Sarah (MotherOfSonOfThor) asks if we used online plans for our chicken coops. I think OmegaDad used them as starting points, but we had an issue: rather than starting from scratch, as it were, we were retrofitting the coops into the (way off kilter, old, dumpy) stable-ish area off our yard shed. This meant a lot of home designing. I think OmegaDad did a bang-up job. The nesting boxes were also designed using online plans as a starting point. They were very easy to do, in general. Chickens, I must say, don’t need much; give them food, water, and a nice quiet boxy space for nesting and they’re pretty happy.
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