Behind the Scenes || The Tale of A Bird

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This guy almost gave me a heart attack at the ripe old age of 28 and well, I just can’t help but tell you about it.

The dramatic tale goes as follows; As usual, M and I casually strolled into the garage getting ready to load up and head out of the house for a few hours. For some reason, I had left the windows down in my car so I tossed my bag through the passenger side window and BOOM….something came dive bombing back at me heading straight toward my face. I screamed like a little girl and ducked in my dark garage. I couldn’t figure it out. Was my car upset and spitting my goods back out at me? Was there a bat in my car for some reason?

When I finally got the lights flipped on, I could see this little guy sitting on a shelf, all puffed up and upset that I had disturbed him and evicted him from his new car home. So, I kindly opened the garage door and requested that he leave.

The little bastard {excuse my language} wouldn’t get out. I grabbed the only lengthy item near me, a flag, and started to gently shoo him. Nothing. He just stayed put and puffed and looked at me like the crazy lady that I was waiving my flag around with a baby in my arms, now late for where I was going. All he did was relocate to a different section of the garage.

So, after almost 30 min of jumping up and down, M laughing at me and the bird taunting me and my flag, I left him. I continued on my day while he turned my garage into a bird sanctuary.

Damn thing! Of all the pets I would take in, a bird is just not one of them. Haven’t you seen these things poop aimlessly? No thanks!

Anyway, long story {still long} made shorter, I eventually got him out hours and hours later in the evening. And it took so much coaxing. What was his deal? He just wanted to be a bird squatter? Is it possible to be a homeless bird? Ugh!

So, that was your random story for Tuesday morning.

Enjoy! Melissa

Note || I’m writing as I watch the devastation in Oklahoma on the news. I am not ignoring it. I feel the pain and see the tragedy. I just know that I don’t have powerful enough words to help those people in any way. However, what I do hope is to uplift with my stupid story. That I can do.

Randomness || Round 2

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Happy Tuesday! I have so many things running through this crazy brain of mine that I can’t pick just one to write about. So, lucky you, here are all my thoughts of the moment:

  1. My girl is on her way to walking. She takes her little mouse toy on wheels and pushes it around my kitchen. Her little legs take tiny step after step as she carefully conducts every move. Then, she thinks even harder as she maneuvers her way around the mouse to push him out of a corner and continues..step, step. Those little legs moving might be the cutest thing I have ever laid eyes on. And, on one hand, I’m so proud of her. You can tell every fiber in her is concentrating and that she’s pretty proud of herself. On the other, wait stop. M. You can’t be old enough to walk. 
  2. On the same token, I’m planning her first birthday. So far, I’ve sent out the invitations. That’s it. Nothing else. So, if you are coming be ready for a ‘surprise’ because I don’t even know what’s going down yet. So unlike me. Maybe it’s because I feel like M turning the big o-n-e has to be eons away. Not in a few weeks.
  3. Who knows where I can get a good swimsuit? I have tried on every acceptable ‘mom’ suit in the greater area with no luck. I think I’m just hoping that a miracle happens in the next week and I can somehow walk around in a pre-pregnancy bikini and nobody will notice my not so tight, not so un-steretchmarked stomach. Not happenin’. So, again, I ask…where do I find the perfect ‘I’m still young enough’ but also an ‘I had a baby’ swimsuit? Help!
  4. I went to Barre class last night for the first time in a while. Typing hurts. Moving hurts. In a good way.
  5. Today is the day I go get the filling they didn’t have time for last week at the dentist. Last time was better. Before I knew what getting a filling entailed. Now, I’m just hoping they lost my appointment. I’ll have to call later to confirm that they don’t in fact have me on the books {hopefully}.
  6. This picture has nothing to do with this post but I just thought it was so fitting. M is my little gift. To me, to her family and to anyone she meets. Once her little eyes smile at someone, I swear they can do nothing but smile back and act a tad bit goofy. A gift.

Enjoy! Melissa

 

What’s On M’s Plate + Other Randomness

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It’s Wednesday! Lets be honest, Monday and Tuesday took their sweet time moving on. No idea what’s up with me but my patience is about as thin as it gets. So, yay, I made it through Monday and Tuesday. Lets just say ,that’s an accomplishment this week.

To celebrate, I told myself I could watch my guilty pleasure Kardashians tonight and I think it might be turning my brain to mush. I have the most random things running through my head.

1. Yesterday, I was sitting next to M while she ate her well balanced lunch and I noticed that I was on my second ‘I deserve this’ brownie of the day. When do you have to start leading by example in your food choices? Because, I’m kinda’ into my pat on the back brownie and not so excited to eat peas for lunch. I mean, she had mango for desert, isn’t that close enough to a brownie?

2. Ugh, the Freshly Picked mocs that Mason wears just slay me. Keep dreaming M. I’ll finally give in and get them one day.

3. Where is the best place to print a file? I am working on putting together Little M’s first birthday invitations {Lets not even talk about how this celebration is so surreal. People keep saying, ‘wow, didn’t that go fast’ and my answer is always, ‘some days really flew by.’} and I just don’t have patience for these printing places. Take my file, print it, make it look nice. I just can’t be responsible to understand paper weights. Lets just go with whatever the standard weight for a first birthday announcement is. Done!

4. How is it spring in part of the country and dumping snow in other parts. This just isn’t fair. Imagine watching the news showing 80 degree NYC while snow falls outside your window. Puke!

5. We are going on vacation in 20 days. I am trying so {so, so} hard not to think about it for many reasons. I don’t want to amp up a palm trees and sunshine trip because I just have a sneaky feeling that I will be seeing less of both now that we will have a baby on vaca with us. And, it makes me feel like the snow people {puke} when I think about that weather then look outside here.But seriously, can’t freakin’ wait. Just picture it…..little baby feet in the sand, no long sleeves so you can see the baby rolls, pool toys and sandals. Can not wait!

6. I am strangely excited for the sewing class I am taking tonight. I don’t own a sewing machine but soon, I should know how to operate one. Also, when I signed up they said you make a little something in the class. I’m secretly hoping it’s similar to the stuffed frog we made in home ec. in high school.

7. Do we have any more brownies?

Enjoy! Melissa