My Poor Anne Chicken...

Well, most of you may not be surprised, but I was. The other day a little yappy mini terrier or something from down the street came and took away two of my chickens....Anne and Curly. Apparently, Curly got away and the dog's owner brought him back looking fine, only missing a few feathers, but Anne wasn't so lucky. She was my most social chicken besides Sarah and probably my favorite! Jason doesn't really know my chickens very well, he doesn't even know how many we have, so it took me two days to figure out if another was missing after Curly was brought back because I've been working such crazy hours. I went down to his house yesterday, (and was surprised that this little yappy thing wasn't tired out just from coming down to our house on the day in question, let alone chase my chickens), and asked him if he'd seen a dark chicken and he said he found her dead. I was hoping that he'd find Anne hiding behind some of his stuff like he did Curly. Go figure! Curly had that messed up foot and couldn't run very fast and Anne was the one to get chomped. The funny thing is that I'd put them away the night before, and when I came out to get in my car to go to work I saw a white chicken out and thought, "how do they keep getting out?". Its usually only one or two white chickens that get out because they are skinny enough to squeeze through my fence, so Anne getting snatched was kind of a surprise. I'm a little bummed, but not terribly destraught.

Just an update on us...we're doing great...just busy. I work four-ten hour days and I usually have overtime at least one of those nights. Jason is going a bit stir crazy with the kids. He's feeling torn between getting chores done AT the house and keeping kids happy which means being AWAY from the house. Hmmm. Sounds familiar. He is also acting like a "starved for attention" house wife who makes dinner just to find out his spouse isn't coming home at the regular time....hmmm. He gets bummed when I want to go to sleep at 9 pm after a long day's work because he's just lonely for some adult conversation. I feel bad, yet at the same time it makes me feel better because I realize I wasn't some freak who was the only one on the planet who gets a little bored being at home all the time while I was home with the kids. I can sympathize with him and I think he can sympathize with me now, so thats nice. He's such a good sport to swap with me for the summers and I love him even more when he gives me that puppy dog face when I am too worn out from work to eat the dinner he made for me. He's so good to me.

Kinsey and I got matching hair cuts...stacked A-lines...her's is a little shorter and has a steeper stack. She looks so cute and I love having a little style back in my hair department. Jonas is sleeping in his "big boy bed" and he loves it. Every once in a while, we'll have to go snuggle him in his bed for a minute because he's hit that separation anxiety stage again. Kinsey did this same thing! Both kids were FINE at 16-17 months right before going into Nursery, (and they both went into Nursery at about that time), and then 18 months hit and BAM! stranger danger, or leaving freak out, or any of the above. Not my favorite stage, by far. He's such a cute and squishy little man though, so its hard to get too frustrated with him.

Anyway, we're still alive and well, can't say as much for the chicken, hahha, but I do get days off and I usually catch up on sleep and chores and give Jason some time off on those days.