Well, well, well.
Look who we have here. I was obviously off on my calculations by a day or two but that little one certainly looks like it's ready to go. I was so surprised when I lifted up Darla to count the eggs under her and to remove any new ones, to see that little gold peep. I swear- I just cannot imagine how that happens in three weeks. I mean, from an egg you would scramble without thinking about it to an entire being with eyes and legs and almost-wings and down and a beak and everything!
Another pragmatic miracle, as I call them.
And now of course the man and I are freaking out about what we're going to do with the mommy-baby units. Of course I SAID it was going to be root hog or die and that I was going to let Darla and Violet take care of the peeps in whatever way they deemed best but...oh, shit.
I don't know.
We have nothing set up although I did tell Mr. Moon to get some chick starter feed today when he went to town and he did. I guess my instincts were kicking in that far, at least.
Well, we can ponder the problem for about another day or so. We have to give the rest of the eggs time to hatch and the babies are fine without eating or drinking for a little while.
We had a good time with our Gibson. He enjoyed his spaghetti and meat balls and he let me read "The Little Red Hen Makes A Pizza" to him before he went to sleep, along with "Professor Wormbog In Search For The Zipper-Umper-Zoo." He wanted to do the voices of the dog, cat, and duck in the Little Red Hen and he did a very fine job. He can read as well as I can so it was truly a mitzvah that he did, letting me read to him. He went to sleep so fast after I kissed him and turned out the light. And he let us sleep in until after eight so that was kind of him.
This morning he pointed out that he and his grandfather were wearing almost-matching outfits.
He had his hip-hop dance class at 11:30 so after dealing with the bamboo and eating a fine breakfast of pancakes he got himself dressed and Boppy took him in to town. Before he left I gave him about seven M&M's and he said, "Why do you always do this?" and I said, "So you'll want to come back."
"I always want to come back!" he said. And I very much believed him but rituals are rituals and M&M's upon leaving are pretty sacred.
He's getting tall too. I imagine that by the time he's twelve, he, like Owen, will be taller than me.
I did laundry, of course, after he left and hung it all on the line including the sheets. It would appear that the sun still came up this morning even though I did not wash them yesterday.
Phew! What a relief!
I also made Jessie a cake for her birthday which is tomorrow. It's a carrot cake and I pulled three gigantimo (as Mr. Moon says) carrots from the garden and shredded them up and followed a New York Times recipe to the T which is quite unusual for me. Hell, I even used actual and real measuring devices. And the cake appears to be lovely although I have not made the icing yet.
I've got a nice pot of pinto beans simmering away with a few pieces of left-over Easter ham I had in the freezer. I'll make some cornbread and a salad and honestly, that's about my favorite meal. In the garden, all of the beans we've planted are coming up, including the pintos, zipper cream peas, and field peas. I've got plenty of green peas to shell and make a meal of and that's coming up on the big wheel, as Lis says. I ate my first garden cherry tomato of the season yesterday and it tasted like summer.
I love this picture so much and it gives me pause. As much as Owen looks like his mama, I can also see myself in him.