The Sneak

Tuesday night, I put Rose to bed in her own bed, shut the door and went on with my evening. I assumed she went to sleep because I never heard otherwise. Sometimes she appears downstairs about an hour after bedtime, but that night, nothing.

Until 11 pm when I went up to go to bed myself and discovered this:
That's MY $70 pillow.
That’s right, she got out of her bed and went to go sleep in MY bed on MY $70 neck support pillow. She decided to sleep there even though I wasn’t there and the lights were still on.

What a sneak!

She got her way too. With all the antics she’s been pulling at night lately, we didn’t want to risk waking her. She got to sleep there all night. Dr. Toy Warden slept in the spare/baby’s room, which has a full-sized bed for somewhat safer night-nursing or guests.

Wednesday night she crept into the full-sized bed herself and we found her asleep THERE later in the night.

Dude, sleep in your own bed, kid!

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Because The Peacock Got Lonely

Today’s tale of animal insanity is actually 75% due to people other than my mother, if you can believe it.

You already know what happened when the horse and the miniature horse got lonely, so I bet you can guess what happened when the peacock got lonely.

I'm sure you find peacocks on your car all the time!

But, wait, you say, who the hell has a peacock on their property anyway? My mother, that’s who. What’s funny, though, is that my mom had nothing to do with the first peacock coming on her property. Believe it or not, other people collect strange pets too– and in stranger ways than my mother does.

My parents’ land is part of an old family farm with houses clustered together around a barn. It’s really a strange arrangement. Originally my parents had purchased a 2 acre parcel of the property with one house and one tiny barn on it, but several years ago two adjacent portions of the family farm with two houses, several outbuildings and 8 acres of hilly pasture became available. My parents bought the properties and now rent out the two houses that came with them.

The people who live in the rental houses live very near the barn– closer to it than my parents do, and get to live in the country and feel like they have horses even though they just happen to be renting next door to a stable.

One of my parents’ tenants decided such a life required that he get a peacock. True, he has nowhere to take this peacock if he ever stops renting. True, this peacock will probably always live on my parents’ farm. These facts didn’t stop the man, and certainly my mother wasn’t going to say no to another unusual animal joining her brood. The man bought a baby peacock named Phoenix.

See? Other people buy strange animals too sometimes!

Anyway, Phoenix the peacock boards for “free” at my mother’s stable. Mom’s tenant built him his own little roost and Phoenix has the run of the property.

When Phoenix had been around for about a year, he started getting lonely. Like the miniature horse, he showed his loneliness by acting out.

Like lonely horses, lonely peacocks hang out with llamas.


That’s right, peacocks can act out. Just like teenagers, really.

To show his angst, the peacock started flying up to the horses and pulling their tails.

No really.

Needless to say, that’s not a smart thing for a peacock to do. In fact, my mom was sure he would get kicked to death at any minute. So, she decided something should be done. Obviously, the peacock would behave himself if he had a friend. Based on what, I don’t know. But this is what she decided.

Mom told her friend C, the owner of Annabelle the miniature donkey, she thought Phoenix the Peacock needed a friend. C used to board a horse at my mom’s farm, but the horse passed away last year. She didn’t buy a replacement horse and the only thing bringing her back to mom’s property is a) friendship and b) a miniature donkey. The donkey can’t be ridden. Annabelle just exists to be cute. So she’s keeping Annabelle at my mom’s stable for the price of food. I give you this background because of what happened next.

C decided she should be the one to buy Phoenix a lady peacock friend. The lady peacock would live on the property indefinitely as C doesn’t own her own stable or have any place to put a peacock (or a donkey, for that matter).

Two peacocks in love. At least, I think it's those two...


So C bought Penelope the Peacock. My mom offered to pay for half of the peacock, but C turned her down.

Do you know how much adult peacocks cost? It’s kind of crazy. My pure-bred Australian shepherd (bred by my mom) could have easily gone for $800, probably double that in a pet store. An adult peacock is $80.

That’s right, for less than $100 you could also have a peacock. Isn’t that insane? I would have thought an exotic-ish bird like that would cost far more. My mother used to breed exotic parrots (African greys and ruby macaws) that went for more than $1,000 in the 1980s and ’90s. I can not believe a peacock only cost $80!

What’s even more surprising is that a baby peacock costs even less. The breeder was selling baby peacocks for $25.

I think that bears repeating as a surprising statement: My DOG costs $800, but a baby PEACOCK costs $25.

In what world does that even make sense?!

Armed with this knowledge, my mom and her friend C both decided they couldn’t pass up a good deal and thus bought two baby peacocks in addition to the lady peacock Penelope. “What choice did we have?” says my mother.

Four peacocks, just like the ones you undoubtedly have at home.


Although most of us would have probably said “Not get a peacock at all because who the hell has a peacock?” the obvious answer here was buy three more peacocks.

“How could I pass up a $25 peacock?” says my mother.

And thus, because of the peacock was lonely and no one can pass up a $25 peacock, my mother now has four peacocks wandering around her property probably permanently even though only one of the peacocks is actually hers.

In case you were wondering, yes. My mother was right. The peacock was acting out because he was lonely. Now that the peacock has friends, he no longer picks on the horses.

That’s my last lonely animal tale, but I’ll have another “My Crazy Childhood” story for next week. Yes, the last three stories have not technically been from my actual childhood, but believe me they are par for the course of things that happened living with my mother as a child!

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The Nightmare Strikes

Well, the girls FINALLY got what I HOPE was MY stomach flu because otherwise I’m probably about to get stomach flu for the second time in two weeks while pregnant. Now, as we all know stomach flu is no fun, but I can tell you from experience that it is like 10 times worse when you are pregnant. Recovery is super slow and your morning sickness returns for a week or so. Not good.

Lily’s stomach flu episode happened in a way that made me feel like a horrible demon mother. She was picking up her toys SUPER DUPER slow and I was ragging on her big time to speed it up and clean already. What was her problem anyway? Just pick up the damn crayons, already.

Aside from moving slowly and seemingly ignoring my requests, she seemed fine.

And then she threw up. While I was yelling at her.

Oops.

Instructions have been issued to ALWAYS tell Mommy and Daddy when you don’t feel well. I never would have made her clean if I knew she was sick, let alone yell at her for moving slowly! She was moving slowly because she felt like crap.

Total Worst Mom Moment.

Luckily her tummy bug was short-lived. There was only one vomit episode, a brief fever and she was pretty much ok by the next day.

Flash forward to 3 am Tuesday morning. Rose was sleeping in our bed. I usually discourage this because it tends to go something like this cartoon that’s been making it’s way around facebook.

 

 

(You can click on the image to see the whole thing. I’m not sure how to resize from pinterest.)

Yep. Rose prefers the “H is for Hell” position with a dash of “Jazz Hands”.

The only reason I let her in my bed that night was because she had napped SUPER late and was fighting going to bed in her own bed. I thought she’d probably fall asleep easier if she was with me or at least I’d know where she was! Things went better than usual for us co-sleeping. Usually she wakes me up by kicking me 10 zillion times.

I hadn’t heard a peep when at 3 am she started whimpering and then the big explosion happened. On me. On the sheets. On our dry-clean only comforter. Ugh. 3 am.

Just another reason to hate co-sleeping.

I guess at least we were there to help her right away? Ew.

So far her bug is going like Lily’s did — one vomit episode, quick recovery so we were lucky there.

But as I said before every kid puke incident makes you question your sanity in becoming a parent. Right now I’m terrified of what happens when there are three tummy bugs to get over! It’s going to happen someday, you know. Someday, all three of my children will explode and I will want to run screaming in terror, but it will be MY job to clean it all up and comfort everyone.

What was I thinking? ;)

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The Amazing Stretch Girl

This video is only 13 seconds long and reveals 4-year-old Lily’s amazing ability to easily fit through a door meant for a Barbie doll.

This is a Little Tykes dollhouse. I bought it at a garage sale for like $5 when Lily wasn’t big enough to play with dolls, so we used it to house her books for a very long time. We recently moved our girls in together and bought new furniture. There is no longer room for this giant dollhouse in either of our kid bedrooms, so we moved it to the basement. After we moved it out from the wall, Lily started repeatedly crawling through the door. It blew me away. She still only weighs in at 30 pounds at 4 years old despite our constant efforts to fatten her up, so I obviously knew she was thin, but this is ridiculous!

We asked Rose to crawl through the door and she doesn’t fit. Rose is actually pretty slim, but there’s no competing with Lily for thinness. We are glad Rose weighs more because it means less doctor’s lectures. It’s amazing not to have to return to the doctor on a regular basis for weight checks or defend yourself that you do, in fact, feed your child regularly. Anyway, even if Rose’s little toddler belly fit through the door (it doesn’t) her head is way too big for it! She’s tried both ways and has never been able to get anything but her legs through it. Of course, she wouldn’t cooperate on video for this experiment, but trust me, it’s true. Rose does not fit!

So, Lily has this talent… for probably another year. Have you ever seen anything so crazy? Dr. Toy Warden and I were just in awe. Not that it’s actually a talent, but who knew that she would fit?

It’s actually kind of disturbing. But mostly entertaining! Until our next doctor’s lecture anyway…

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Everything’s Coming up Violets!

Why were there three Woof Woofs in that picture? Three girl Woof Woofs at that?

Well, come June, there will be three little girls in this house who need three Woof Woofs. That’s right, come June we will be adding a Violet to our Lily and Rose bouquet!

When Lily found out she was going to have a new sibling, she immediately wanted to make the baby its own Woof Woof. We had to go to Build-A-Bear when I was only 8 weeks pregnant to fulfill her request. I felt absolutely ridiculous making a Woof Woof so early with Lily yelling to everyone that we were making it for the baby in my tummy, but we had a coupon for a free Build-A-Bear and Lily insisted that it be the baby’s Build-A-Bear!

We saved dressing it for when we found out the gender.

I was absolutely sure this baby was going to be a boy. I had morning sickness this time and had none with Rose and Lily. The heartrate has been in the 140s the whole time while Lily and Rose were always in the 160s. EVERYONE thought this was a boy. Even Lily thought it was a boy. Her reasoning? The baby had no hair in the 12-week ultrasound picture. No hair = boy.

My husband and I have been calling the baby a boy name since before it was even conceived! Our logic behind this was everyone we knew who was pregnant at that moment was having a boy. When I was pregnant with Lily and Rose, everyone was having a girl. See? Had to be a boy.

We were wrong! And it’s a very good thing– we’ll save a ton on clothes, toys and decorating.

The day we found out that we were having a Violet, we rushed to Build-A-Bear to genderize Woof Woof III, or as Lily calls it, Little Baby Woof Woof.

And yes, part of the new baby’s name really is Violet. Our girls go by their middle names on this blog and all three have flower middle names. It sort of happened by accident. Flower middle names were the best sounding choices for Lily and Rose. By the time that happened, we were sort of cemented into making sure any more gilrs we have have a flower middle name.

I’m glad I got a chance to use one of the only viable flower names left! People kept teasing me with Daisy and Tulip, but the good choices left that I can think of are Violet and Ivy. Violet beat out Ivy big time though. And there won’t be a next time, so Rose, Lily and Violet will be our final family bouquet.

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Edit with Pictures

If you’ve already read Because the Miniature Horse was Lonely, I recommend going back for another look. My mother emailed me pictures this morning and verified a part of my story I was questioning. Plus I threw in a couple more things about free horses… so go check it out!

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3 Woof Woofs?


Wait, why are there three Woof Woofs in this photo?

Tune in Monday to find out.

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Because the Miniature Horse was Lonely

As promised last week, this week you get to hear what happened when the miniature horse got lonely. Given that my parents got a llama because the horse was lonely, I’ll bet you can guess where this is going.

Shortly after Lily was born, my mother got a miniature horse for free. My mother always seems to know someone who wants to give her some sort of strange animal. It’s really uncanny how she attracts these charity animals to her.

My mother in the comment section of this very post:
“Little Charleyhorse was a freebie! How could I say no?”

There’s no such thing as a free horse. Let me assure you. There are vet bills and food and much more. BUT ANYWAY, she got Charley Horse, who is at least her second free horse, maybe her third. As anyone ever offered you a free horse? I didn’t think so.

He looks downright sexy in this picture-- like when Donkey in Shrek got turned into a stallion!

If you aren’t familiar with miniature horses, they are just that: dwarfed horses. They are smaller than most ponies and usually have the same build as horses. Word to the wise: Ponies are not baby horses. Ponies are a smaller breed of horse with a stockier build. Foals are baby horses.

If I remember correctly, Charley Horse wasn’t getting along with the other miniature horses on his farm, so my mom took him in to give my then 4-month-old a “pony”. Charley Horse is actually pretty big for a miniature horse, but so little that no adult could ride him. Therefore, he can not be broken and no child will ever actually be able to ride him. He mostly just exists for show and entertainment value.

After Charley had been on my parents’ land for a while, he started bothering the other horses. He had absolutely no fear and would do things well worthy of getting kicked in the face. The thing is, he was so small that if he was kicked by one of the full-sized horses he could easily be killed.

As you can see, Charley was being pretty stupid to pick on a full-sized horse, no?

My mother decided he was acting out because he was lonely due to being the only small horse on their property. Basically he needed to have someone his own size to pick on to prevent getting killed by someone bigger.

And that’s why my mom logically bought herself a baby miniature donkey named Gizmo.

See? A free horse is never free! He needed his own donkey.

Gizmo was only a little baby when my mom bought her and wasn’t weaned yet. The donkey breeder let my mom temporarily take Gizmo’s mother home with her while Gizmo was adjusting to life in a new place. Gizmo’s mother never went back, though. One of my mom’s boarders/friends fell in love with the mommy donkey (now named Annabelle) and bought HER.

So now my parents have two miniature donkeys on their property and probably always will.

Best friends for life!

I mean, it was the obvious choice. How could they NOT get a miniature donkey? The miniature horse NEEDED one. Or two.

Next Thursday: What happened when the peacock got lonely.

No, really.

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Force Field Broken

Lily has finally breeched her force field around her bed, and in fact yesterday morning came downstairs by herself with no one there and stayed there without waking me up. Rose had had a rough night and was up from 2:30 to 5:30 am for no good reason. Rose and I were sacked out together in my bed and Dr. Toy Warden had left for work.

When I came downstairs for the day, I was shocked to discover Lily downstairs completely dressed, alone and waiting for us.

I asked Lily why she hadn’t woken me up.

“I went to go get you, but I saw that you and Rose were sleeping. You looked tired so I let you sleep.”

I told her she could have woken me up so that I could feed her breakfast and she wouldn’t have to be alone downstairs because, you know, she’s only 4 years old. I’m not sure if I’m 100% comfortable with her being alone downstairs for who knows how long without my knowledge while I sleep upstairs. If I had known she was awake, I would have come downstairs!

“You and Rose looked so tired. You needed to sleep!”

Profoundly true. And thoughtful.

I asked her if she was scared or lonely downstairs alone.

“No. I knew you were upstairs if I needed you.”

So… I guess this is something that’s going to happen now that the force field is broken. If only the broken force field would result in her being potty trained for night. That’s probably too much to ask though.

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“I Just Can’t Wait to Be King”

Rose got a copy of “The Lion King” for Hanukkah and, as a daughter after my own heart, has asked to watch it over and over and over again. I was just the right age (and sex) to enjoy it when Disney’s 1990s renaissance came around. My husband, on the other hand, is 8.5 years older than me and was in college or grad school when these movies were coming out. Plus he’s a boy. So, he didn’t see any of these Disney flicks until our kids started watching them. Considering what a big part of my childhood (and, I suppose, teenhood) these movies were, this is hard to fathom having never seen “Beauty and the Beast” and the like, but that’s what I married into.

Anyway, while the girls were watching it the other day, Dr. Toy Warden suddenly sneered during “I Just Can’t Wait to be King”.

“I hate this song! It has a terrible message!” he said.

“Yeah, I guess he does sound like a spoiled brat…” I agreed.

He said that he wasn’t concerned about Simba’s dream of bossing everyone around and being in charge so much as the song’s implication that he wanted his father dead.

“His dad has to die for him to be king! Why would he want that?!”

I hadn’t thought of that before. I always saw it as a song about a kid wanting to be an adult and in charge of his own life. Dr. Toy Warden is right though. Simba doesn’t just want to be an adult; he wants to be king. And we all know what needs to happen (and does happen like 10 minutes later) for him to succeed his father.

His father has to die.

So if you think about it, you could replace the words “I Just Can’t Wait to Be King” with “I Just Can’t Wait For My Dad to Die” and it would mean approximately the same thing.

Pretty wrong.

Considering how Simba reacts to his father’s death, it’s pretty clear that he wasn’t thinking about what would have to happen for him to be king, but still.

Ironically, when Simba becomes king, he flees the kingdom. I guess he didn’t want to be king that badly after all.

But next time you watch that musical sequence, think about what Simba is REALLY saying. Dr. Toy Warden has something here. It IS creepy.

And that’s only reason why Dr. Toy Warden is still great even though he never watched a Disney movie until after we got together. ;)

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