villains vs. superheroes

happy halloween!!!

a video: june laughing (3 months)

as a debut of our first official video to be posted on this blog,

we thought it would be appropriate to make it the video

of june laughing & going insane.

of course, if i had a loony woman in my face 

giggling like a chipmunk and saying i was "CRAZY" 

over & over again,

i might act the same way she did.

yes i make a fool of myself here.....let's just focus on june though, shall we??



ALSO.  i'm doing our first video blog review over at baby half off!!


CLICK HERE to watch!

first giveaway!!

okay, this giveaway is awesome.....seriously.  {worth almost $200!!!}

and because i'm new & not many people know about the blog yet, 

NO ONE has entered to win it. 

so CLICK HERE and enter!!

excited!!

 {this is june, when she's excited.}

{caleb and leah, when they're excited.}

{ben when he's excited....or, just being a dork.}

 {annnnnd me.  i couldn't find a true "excited" picture of myself.  

it was a toss up between this one & one during labor with june, which was more "freaked out" than "excited" so i went with this one.  

which is really just a picture of me flipping my hair up & andrea snapping away.  

but i look pretty excited about it, don't i?}

so, friends.

i'm excited to let you know that i'm now part of the Baby Half Off team as their company blogger!!

this was the dream i was referring to in this post....getting paid to write and do something that i love, while also being able to stay home with my kids.  i have thought for a long time i was asking for too much, that i wouldn't be able to find something that fit me so perfectly.  i'm so grateful for this opportunity and for how much it will help our family out.

this isn't the first job along these lines that i've applied for.  there was an offer a few months ago {right after june was born} that ended up falling through.  i was disappointed, and tried really hard not to tell myself that it was because i wasn't good enough....easier said than done.

but i really feel that part of this whole thing was actually believing that i could do it.  then saying it out loud to someone, and then finally....putting myself out there and asking for what i was hoping for.  and the timing has been perfect.

the company is great, they have AMAZING deals, and the people i work with are wonderful.  

so i get to write over there, doing product reviews, hosting giveaways and also doing video blogs {yikes!  i'm much better behind the computer than i am on camera.} while also continuing to write for myself & my family over here.

anyway, that's the big news!!  i am so excited about it.  now i just have to figure out how to handle all that is on my plate without going prematurely gray....

so here's my first post, with a giveaway to follow tonight!!

an enormous THANK YOU to my friends and family who have supported me and believed in me....even before i could believe in myself. 

learning to love holland.

my fantastic friend, meggan, emailed this to me a long time ago.

i've been writing how i feel about it, but haven't gotten my jumbled thoughts just right about it yet.  about how my "trip to holland" brought out anxiety, and fear, and stress.  how i have been working extremely hard the past year and a half to try to quiet that anxiety and let go.

i will finish writing my experience, because i think it's important.  not just for me, but for other moms who have had a child with disabilities or extreme health problems that has brought out anxiety in them, because the letting go process has helped me enjoy being caleb's mother so much more than the anxiety did.  the anxiety was a false sense of security that kept me wound up tightly, hyper-alert, taking away my ability to truly enjoy.

anyway, my piece will come.  but until it does, read this.  even if you haven't ever had a child with special needs, read between the lines and apply it to other situations in your life.  whether it's becoming a parent, or a marriage that takes a turn, or a job that wasn't what you thought it would be, an unexpected death, or even that your life just isn't what you hoped.  where you went into something expecting one thing, but finding another.  there is the need to grieve the loss of certain things in life, and that's okay.  

i've learned that once i've recognized and acknowledged the loss and grieved it, the most important part is releasing it.  seeing the blessings that are there, in any situation. 

appreciating the tulips.









WELCOME TO HOLLAND
by
Emily Perl Kingsley.
c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

a calming influence.

on caleb's blessing day in 2005 i was an absolute wreck.  caleb hadn't slept all night, but had stayed up screaming, until he finally fell asleep at 5 a.m.  i then had to make the judgement call between getting two hours of sleep, or taking a shower and start getting ready.  i chose sleep.

so i had greasy hair, dark circles under my eyes, and probably a stress pimple or two.  i wasn't feeling my best.

ben and i were so worried that caleb would scream, or worse, have a seizure, during his blessing.  we said a prayer before we left that he would be calm, and hoped for the best.  as church started, caleb began to cry so i took him to the mother's lounge to try to feed him and calm him down.  while we were in there, he had a seizure, and fell into his deep, coma-like, post-seizure sleep.  i cried over what i could not stop, wiped my tears, and went back to sit down.  he slept through his blessing, not stirring for the rest of the meeting.

as we drove over to the park to meet with our family and friends, caleb had another seizure.  and fell asleep.  i was in the back seat with him, and i cried again over my inability to comfort him, wiped the tears away, and went to join our loved ones for food and pictures.  

mentally, emotionally and physically i was exhausted.  during the lunch, i continually heard comments like, "oh he's such a good baby!" and "it's amazing, he sleeps through everything!" and i kept quiet, not saying the reason that he was in such a deep sleep.  i'm not really sure why, except that i didn't want to sound dramatic when i expressed that caleb was actually the most difficult baby i had ever encountered {and i had encountered a few in my lifetime}.  i worried that they wouldn't believe me, because here he was, looking and acting like an angel.

i tried to focus on the positive...that he was calm during his blessing, and he was calm for others to be able to enjoy him and that even though i had felt i had aged 5 years in the 3 months he had been alive....that he was alive, and he was my baby.  i loved him with an overwhelming love and was grateful for all he had already taught me.

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on leah's blessing day in 2009, stress came because i had caused it, planning too much and overdoing it.  the swine flu had just broken out, the first case of death happening about a mile or two from our apartment.  because caleb had been such a sick newborn, we were cautious with leah.  family members were concerned as they flew in for the blessing that they were going to catch it, so we changed from having the blessing at a church, to having it in our little apartment.

i was also participating in the real mom's guide online show, and they had asked to be able to film us while we were with our families.  i had agreed, which looking back now, was too much.  i stressed myself out, worrying what i looked like because i was now going to be on camera, what our house looked like, trying to fit enough chairs so that people could be comfortable in our small space, baking and preparing food for everyone.

there were a lot of fun moments that weekend, and there was happiness and laughter, but i realized when it was over, i hadn't really enjoyed the actual experience of blessing our new baby girl.  because i had crammed so much in, i had felt internally chaotic, and the chaos had taken over the joy.

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two weeks ago was june's blessing day.

this time i decided to do things differently.  i wanted the day to be simple, low-key and not stressful.  my house was clean but not sparklingly immaculate, i didn't bake or cook but instead allowed others to bring food or i bought it from the store.  our clothes were set out the night before, i was showered and went to sleep at a decent time.

for me, the day was perfect. 

spending it enjoying my family and friends, and specifically this sweet baby girl.

in june's blessing, she was told that her "calming influence would bless her life and the lives of those around her."  i absolutely love those words, and have felt that since she has been born. her quiet and content spirit has been a healing piece for me as a mother.  

i know i've written a little about this already, but before she was born, i honestly had convinced myself that i was only going to be given difficult babies.  that there was some sort of lesson i needed to learn through them.  in the back of my heart, my fear was there was something that i did or had done, or was doing to make my newborns scream.  i knew in my head it wasn't true, but i couldn't convince myself entirely that it wasn't my fault. 

i know now it wasn't my fault.  

isn't that such a weird thing to say?  i don't know how to really explain it.  but i took on their inability to be comforted as my inability to comfort, wondering if i was somehow the cause of it all.

i have also released myself from doing too much.  i have accepted that i'm not one of those fabulous party planners, who goes all out with decorating and baking and hosting.  i love attending parties like those, and admiring the talents of others.  it's not that i can't do it, i just choose not to, and don't feel badly about that choice anymore.  i no longer hold myself up to the standard i see others set for themselves, and i accept where i'm at without feeling one ounce of guilt for it. 

much like my daily life, i love most just keeping things simple, and laid-back.  doing things low-key helps me enjoy the rest of it without the chaos crowding in and taking over. 

i can focus on moments like these, 

so when the day is over, i can look and see that i have enjoyed 

what i am most grateful for.

releasing my grip.

{june holds her toes together like they're fingers and i love it.}

a couple of weeks ago, i spoke a dream of mine out loud, for the first time, to a friend on the phone.

it's a dream i've been carrying around in my heart for several years now, but haven't dared to say it.  i know why i haven't dared to, because i feel insecure and like who am i to be asking for so much?  

i have accepted what i feel i am worth, and have told myself that others are the ones who go out and do.  i do not.  i like my comfort zone, and will accept what falls in my lap instead of putting myself out there.  the fear of rejection or failure or i'm just not good enough has a way of shutting things down quickly.

but i've been feeling a shift again, inside of myself.  maybe it's that the temperature here is finally {sometimes} dropping below 100 and i can think more clearly without the heatstroke interrupting my thought process.  {i am really, really wanting an evening walk in utah's october right now, with wind picking up swirling leaves as i wrap a sweater around myself.} or it could be that i am surrounded by really great, deep-thinking people who allow me to search inside of myself as i listen to them.  i am watching those i love challenge themselves, take risks and stretch in ways that cause me to ache for the same. 

so i've been listening to this voice inside, this whisper-lynsey that usually hides back in the corner of wishful thinking and push yourself harder.  i've felt for the past month or so that i've been on the cusp of breaking through some serious things.  i have made mistakes while sitting on this cusp, and have had to ask for forgiveness as i've tried to figure myself out.  i'm not sure how to do this on my own yet so i feel like i'm muddling through a bit.  but i'm getting there, and i can feel it.

i've held on a long time to the idea that i am not good enough to do what i dream to do, and the fear of failure at even trying has kept a tight grip on the lid around the jar that holds these dreams.

but i have started to loosen my grip, and allow myself to believe that i can do it, to just try.  as i spoke this one particular dream aloud to a trusted friend, i was reassured that i am good enough and it isn't too much for me to ask.  i felt that whisper-version of myself breathe a huge sigh of relief of acceptance, and start to come out of her hiding space, just a little.

the day after dreaming aloud, i met a stranger.  we were talking, and somewhere along our conversation, this whisper-lynsey came to the forefront and spoke.  and put myself out there, and tried.   

i was thinking today, as i am getting ready to begin something new this week, and i'm excitedslashnervous about it, that this has come to pass because of a willingness to let go.  i have kept myself in a certain space for so long.  one that has been created by both myself and others, and circumstances.  but i don't have to stay in that space.  i can be different, better.  i can push myself to take risks, because i don't have to hold onto these insecurities anymore.

releasing the grip, and being open. 

this is when good things come. now i am accepting that i have the ability to do them.  and actually deserve them.

{i will share what this is, soon!}

a blessing.

we blessed this little lady on sunday.

it was a really, really great weekend.

i'll write more about it, when i can.

it's fall break this week.

a break from school for the kids = not so much of a break for me.

i'm trying to keep the kiddos busy, 

so that they're too distracted to pick on each other

and drive me up the wall. 

at least that's my hope.

in the eye of the beholder.

i know i'm their mom, 

so i would probably think this no matter what,

but to me,

these are the 3 most beautiful faces in the world.

why only one of my legs is shaved.

 {yep, this is me.  you're welcome.}

i had just finished exercising, jillian michaels style.  i have decided she is a cruel, cruel woman.  but that's a different story for a different day.

my arms and legs were shaky from all of the lunges and shoulder presses.  i checked on both girls...leah, quiet in her crib, supposed to be sleeping but instead reading books & playing.  june, chilling in her swing, content.

i bring the swing into the bathroom to keep an eye on the baby while i took a shower.  5 minutes in, and i'm just about to rinse out the shampoo when june starts fussing.  i knew she was tired, so i kept my eye on her and continued rinsing. 

then i hear a wail from leah's room.  this isn't unusual, she usually drops her beloved hippo or some other toy she's playing with out of her crib and dramatically cries about it until i come in to give it back to her.  so i decide to keep showering, but hurry a little.

june's cries start going up in volume and urgency, so i rinse out the conditioner quickly.  by this time, leah is hollering and hup-hup-hup'ing and my blood pressure is rising with the combination of the two of them.  i decide i can't take it anymore and turn off the water, having only one leg shaved. 

i'm sopping wet, and wrap a towel around my hair and one around the rest of me because caleb is supposed to be coming home from school any minute and i think we are past the age where it's no longer a big deal for him to see me in my birthday suit.  i just about fall on my face on the tile of the bathroom because the floor is slippery, pick up june, get her swaddled with a binkie in her mouth.  prop her up on my bed, on a pillow.  and run down the hallway to leah's room, desperately trying not to fall while also trying not to lose my towel.

i open her door, and can tell something is wrong but can't figure out what it is.  she's laying on her stomach, sideways in the bed.  i ask her, "what's the matter?  what's wrong?"  but she's crying so hard now that she doesn't answer me.  her face is blotchy and she screams on.  i look through her crib, but still can't figure it out.  

finally, she lifts her head and looks around to her leg.  and i notice that one of them is sticking through the crib slats.  it looks normal, but then i realize that it's stuck.  and that's why she had been crying.  i try to calm her down as i start to shimmy her leg out, but it really was stuck and hard to get out.  of course as i'm moving it she's screaming even louder.  finally, it's free.  and i feel so guilty because i'd just ignored her cries while she was legitimately hurt that as i'm holding her, i tell her she can come and watch a movie on my bed.  she replies with a small "o-kaaaay" in between her racking sobs.

i pick her up with her blanket, and walk back into my room, the whole time dripping wet and still trying desperately to keep my towel up. 

as i get into the bedroom, i can suddenly hear that june is crying.  her small cries had been drowned out by leah's loud ones.  but somehow, june has rolled off of the pillow i had set her on, and now had the pillow on top of her face.  and she was squirming around and kicking her legs and clearly upset.  i lay leah down, pick up june, comfort her, get her to sleep, and throw on the closest clothes to me just as caleb comes walking through the door.

phew! 

wanting to nominate me for mother of the year 2011 now, aren't you?

i'd like to say that this was an isolated incident.
 

that my hair isn't often wet, that my t-shirts aren't worn inside out because i've been either too frantic or too unaware to realize, and that both of my legs are shaved.

but i now realize what being a mother of 3 means.  

i'm outnumbered.  

sure, i was with 2  kids also.  but adding the third child on somehow just throws that extra little curveball in there.  the curveball that keeps me constantly on my toes, and running and feeling behind in pretty much every area of my life.

i remember someone commenting on my blog when i wrote before june was born about my fear of having 3 children, that with 3 comes the ability to let more things go.  because you don't have a choice or you'll go nuts.  

so luckily, i've quickly learned to let things go.  shower today, or put on make-up?  exercise or go grocery shopping?  eat my first actual meal of the day or do the dishes?  take the kids to the park or finally return the library books?  call a friend back or reschedule the appointments with the dentist?  

these are questions i ask myself constantly, weighing the options.  because i just can't do it all.  for a few weeks i was hard on myself because i felt this coming.....the knowledge that i'm out in public looking worn out and tired, or that i can't immediately help each child when they are crying, or that friends are dropping by and my house isn't as clean as i'd like it to be, or that i'd like to be losing more weight, or that those i need to call back will just have to be patient with me.  

even though june has been an absolutely amazing baby, newborns still take a lot of time.  and planning.  and packing the right stuff.  so she's amazing but it's all still a lot.

but once i could take a little while and look at what life is for me now, and accept where i am at and the changes and what they mean?  the letting go and owning it, and just being okay with not being all of it?  

it actually brings a lot of happiness.

even when i'm running around my house dripping wet, tending to one screaming child after another. or i'm seen walking around the grocery store with only one leg shaved, no make-up on and my shirt is still inside out.

there will be a season when life gets a little easier in some ways, when i can manage more and do more, and get out more, and feel more put together.

but right now is not that season, and it's okay.

i'm a mother of 3.  and i'm happy.

conversations with a 2 month old.

i can get her to smile,

but ben can get her to talk.

as soon as he comes in the room and she has his attention, she starts talking to him, kicking her legs and swinging her arms around.  

she doesn't even mind his furry kisses.  

{she is a better woman than i am already...i begged him to shave after taking these pictures.}

***2 month stats***

weight:  10 lbs. 12 oz.  {50%}

height:  23 in. {75%!!!  maybe she will have those long legs i always wanted.  a mom can dream, right?}

head:  39 1/2 cm. {75%!!!  it's her amazingly smart brain, i just know it.}

she took her shots like a champ, only crying for a minute

and then calming down.

took a nap, woke up a little fussy, took some tylenol,

and has been back to her peaceful little self.

i didn't even know babies could do that after shots.

i was telling ben tonight that i'm just amazed by her,

and wondered what life would have been like if she had been our first.

where i could have just lay and talked to her all day,

and my biggest worry would have been 

wondering how long before her hair grew in.

i know things would have been more simple, easy

but that's not the path that we were given in the beginning.

it's been a long journey,

but it's the road that has led me to this amazement 

and overwhelming gratitude for her sweet little spirit.

the story of mrs. feathersworth & ben the bird whisperer {also known as, that one day we saw caleb holding a dead bird & talking sweetly to it.}

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this story dates back a few months, to when we were still living in our mold-infested house, and i was about 6 or 7 months pregnant, and we had a wreath on our door.....

and yes the wreath had been there since christmas, but it wasn't too christmas-y, and plus, i liked it.  

so there.  

can you tell i'm defensive?  

maybe that comes from one-too-many conversations with my lovely husband about how i should switch the wreath out for something more spring-esque and yet we did not have the budget for it.  so i had done some mind trickery on myself to convince myself that i did, in fact, love this christmas-y wreath enough that i wanted to see it year-round.  or something like that. 

moving on, ahem.

one day, after picking up caleb from school, we walked to the front door and i was nearly scalped by a crazy bird who flew out of this semi-christmas-y wreath.  i squealed and ushered the kids inside quickly before it came back and attempted another attack. 

at first i thought it was just a freak event, but soon realized i was wrong.  one day i came home to enormous sticks and twigs sticking out of the wreath at odd angles.  it had been windy that day so i assumed it had carried them into the wreath, so of course i pulled them out.  but the next day they were back.  then a couple of days went by, and i stood up on my tip toes to see that the insane bird had fashioned a full-blown bird's nest in our semi-christmas-y wreath! 

now, i'm all about the circle of life and was a little flattered that mama bird felt comfortable enough in our wreath, so i left it alone...which i now realize was a mistake.  because after mama bird set up camp on our front door, every time we walked in and out of it, we risked our lives, and so did anyone coming to visit us. 

after picking up caleb every day, i would hand him the keys to the front door while i got leah out of her carseat, and he knew to walk softly and crouch low.  he would quietly unlock the door and then run! into the house like his feet were on fire.  the only problem was, the fear of being attacked would become too much for him, and at the last second before crossing the threshold of the door he would let out a scream, which would send mama bird fluttering at top speed out of her nest, right as i came running for the door.  so then i would scream and duck down, run into the doorway with leah and slam! the door closed before she could come after us.  then the three of us would look at each other, eyes wide, panting and catching our breath as we tried to calm down, grateful we had made it through another day alive.

we were quite a scene, i'm sure. 

after the bird nearly coming into our house one day, i decided i'd had enough.  but i didn't know what to do about it.  by this point there were 3 or 4 eggs in the nest, and i was worried that if i moved it to a different location, mama bird would abandon her babies.

i started telling ben about my dilemma, explaining the bird dive-bombs and the nest with the eggs when he interrupted me by saying casually,

"oh, you mean mrs. feathersworth?"  he said back.

"who?"  i asked, starting to laugh.   

and then he got embarrassed.  which he should have, because had named a random bird living in our christmas-y wreath.

"uh, yeah.  she's been living there for a while.  i uh, knew about the nest,"  he stammered.

"wait, wait, wait....mrs. feathersworth?  you named her?  did i just step into an episode of mr. rogers?  are we on the set of mary poppins?"  i was cracking up. 

"okay, laugh it up," he said.  "but me and mrs. feathersworth are tight.  and the only reason she's dive-bombing you is because she's protecting her babies.  you'd do the same thing, you know."

"you're right.  if i was a bird, i would do exactly the same thing,"  i teased him.  "but seriously though, i'm not only worried about her eggs and the babies once they do hatch and if one of the babies falls out, i'm also worried about everyone that comes to the door who has to risk their lives to come in.  plus, what if one day she gets confused and flies into our house?  you know how i am in situations like that....i panic.  and run around and squeal a lot."

"oh, i don't think that will happen.  she's just as scared of you as you are of her,"  he said.  and started walking toward the door as he continued defending mrs. feathersworth.  "well, let's look and see if there's another place we can put her wreath without her freaking out and leaving her nest."

and he opened the door.

and as he opened it, mrs. feathersworth freaked out.  and flew in our house.

i kid you not.

so of course, i did what i do when i panic.  i started squealing.  and running around.  

which freaked out mrs. feathersworth even more, and she flew up the stairs, and landed on the railing of our second floor.

can you see her?  i was panicking when i took this, so i accidentally focused the lens in the wrong place. 

now.  

the door on the right of mrs. feathersworth was caleb's bedroom door, which was closed.  then on the left of her was the bathroom door, which was also closed.  but another door down, on the left, was the office door.  and it was open.  not only was it open, but the ceiling fan was going on high speed.  ben and i quickly did the math and knew that if she sensed us coming to get her out of the house, that was the only room she could fly into, and she could get hurt.

so we came up with a plan.  

i turned off the lights, and tried to sneak up the stairs to get to the office before she flew in there, and turn off the fan, while ben waited below in case she flew back down stairs.  i knew she was skittish and quite frankly, so was i, so it would be a miracle if i could make it happen, but i knew i needed to give it my best shot.  

it was mrs. feathersworth, for crying out loud!  ben's one and only [that i knew of}  ladybird friend!

i crawled slowly up the stairs, my heart pounding, trying not to squeal again.  i got to the top of the stairs.  now came the tricky part, where i needed to crawl past her down the hallway without her sensing me.

i got about halfway down the hallway when she noticed me and took off!  and of course, right into the office.

"RUN lynsey!"  ben yelled.

so 6 or 7 month bellied me ran down the hallway and hit the switch for the fan and turned it off.  but i was too late, and mrs. feathersworth was fluttering around.  i heard a little ping!  and then a small chirp!  and i knew she'd been hit.

i covered my eyes and yelled for ben to get up here!  i think she's dead!

so he came running up while i looked away and waited for him to pronounce her dead on arrival....but instead he said, 

"she's okay!  i think.  she's really scared though."

i peeked through my fingers covering my eyes and saw her sitting on the floor of our office, and could see her little chest puffing up and down really quickly.

"what are we going to do now?"  i asked ben.

so ben crouched down on the floor, held out his hands and started talking softly to her.

"it's okay, it's okay.  come on,"  he coached her.

and i smiled and thought that it was sweet that he thought he could actually pick up a bird who was as freaked out as mrs. feathersworth.

then....before i knew it, what in the spoon full of sugar! she was in his hands!  i couldn't believe it.  my mouth was literally hanging open as i snapped pictures.

she fluttered around a little and ben kept trying to calm her down by talking softly to her.  he got to the front door, and carefully placed her back in her nest.  and there she sat.

"you're a bird whisperer!"  i said proudly, in a whisper-voice.  and then i apologized for teasing him earlier.

we talked about what we should do, and obviously we needed to move her, because that could never happen twice.

first we moved the wreath to the side of our door, a little lower than it had normally been. 

but ben was worried that if the nest was lower, cats could get to it.  so he grabbed nails and a hammer, stood up on a chair, and literally hung the nest up in the corner of our doorway.  mrs. feathersworth sat quietly in the christmas-y wreath the whole time.  i was amazed.

"she's still going to dive-bomb us,"  i said, and spoke in a whisper-voice in case mrs. feathersworth decided to get crazy again.

"well, it's going to have to work for now.  at least her babies will be safe, and once they hatch then we can figure out what to do,"  ben said.

and after what happened tonight, watching him coax a frightened and in my opinion, sort of insane bird into his hands, and even though i thought that the christmas-y wreath now looked all sorts of ridiculous...i decided to trust him.

days went by, and mrs. feathersworth seemed content.  even though this sounds crazy, i swear her demeanor toward us changed.  she didn't seem as frantic as she initially had.  there were even times when she actually stayed in her nest as we came in and out of the house, without flying away.

now we get to the really fun part of the story.

it had been a couple of weeks since the incident of ben the bird whisperer.

caleb loved mrs. feathersworth.  in a fearful way, like his gut told him that at any moment she could turn on him and peck his eyes out, but still.  whenever he walked through the doorway he would duck his head and run through while simultaneously yelling hello, mrs. feathersworth! to her.  he was constantly asking me when her babies were going to be born, and i promised him that when they were, we would lift him up so that he could see them.

finally the day came that we heard little chirps coming from the nest and sure enough....there they were.

caleb loved them, and would tell his friends about them when they would come over to play.  i literally think that he thought they were going to become his pets when they got older.  

one day after school, we looked up on the internet how long baby birds leave the nest. {about 14 days to hatch, and then about 14 days after they hatch to leave the nest, FYI}  we started talking about mrs. feathersworth, and as i counted up the time that had passed since we first saw the baby birds, i realized that the birds had probably already left the nest.

i peeked in the nest, and sure enough, it was empty.  

caleb was devastated.

he carried on and on about how he would never get to see mrs. feathersworth's birds again and how sad he was.  to try to distract him, i showed him the pictures of when she had flown into the house and ben had gently carried her out to safety.  he was amazed, and so proud of his dad, and stared at each picture intently.  

cut to that weekend, ben was outside mowing the front lawn.  caleb was in the backyard, doing one of his saturday chores of cleaning up all of the backyard toys.  i noticed it was taking him a while longer than usual, but didn't say anything.

about a half an hour later, ben came through the back door with a weird look on his face.

"now, don't freak out,"  he said warningly.

"what is it???"  i replied shrilly, of course freaking out.

"welllll, i went into the back yard to mow the lawn, and saw caleb back there.  i noticed he had something in his hands, and i could hear him talking softly to it.  so i asked him what he had, and he held up a dead bird in his hands.  he thought it was alive, and sleeping or something, and told me he was carrying it just like he had seen me do with mrs. feathersworth in the pictures."

"OH. MY. GOSH. THATISSODISGUSTING!"  i yelled, not sure whether to throw up or laugh.  the scene from dumb and dumber flashed through my mind. { 'pretty bird...pretty bird'...}

"i know!  i didn't have the heart to tell him it was dead.  so i asked him to give it to me so that i could take care of it and put it back with its family.  then when he wasn't looking, i threw it in the garbage can, and then told him that even though he saw me do it, it wasn't a good idea to pick up birds that were laying on the ground.  then we both washed our hands for like 10 minutes."

 

ben and i looked at each other, both said a couple of "EW!'s" and then laughed hysterically.

when we moved from the moldy house, i didn't know what to do with the christmas-y wreath.  it had the empty nest still in it, so finally i decided to just throw it away.

i am now on the search for a wreath that is more year-round friendly, and one that preferably doesn't attract birds.

on another note, if anyone is in need of a bird whisperer....and his eager-to-learn-the-bird-whispering-trade son.....let me know.