Birds of a Feather

We kicked it family style this past Saturday and took a trip to the Carolina Raptor Center. Considering the zoo is almost an hour and a half away and the Raptor Center is ten minutes, we chose the Raptor Center. It was either that or the Loch Norman Scottish Highland Games. I have wanted to go for years, but I got out voted. Men in kilts? Celtic music? Sheep herding? What's not to love?

The Raptor Center was actually quite fun. We saw some of the cutest little owls you would ever see. They had a big bald eagle exhibit with baby bald eagles. I'm not really a bird person (or animal person really, don't tell Betsy) but it was a fun way to spend an afternoon.

This was right after he bit the dust breaking into a full sprint on the gravel path. I used my sweet, non-existent photo editing skills to try and remove the red spot from his forehead. Hence the skills, some pictures have the red spot and some don't.


And who is this guy with the kind eyes blocked by the attractive metal fencing?


I knew I liked this bird for a reason.


Gotcha!

This is his thinking stance.

"The thinker, or the stinker?"- Name that SNL skit. Ding, ding! Will Ferrell skit where he's the nude model with hygiene issues.

I fell in love with this bird. I don't remember what kind she was. I was too busy looking at her beautiful feathers. She's just so stately.

Everyday after work, we spend at least an hour in the backyard playing and chatting. Henry was in a particularly rambunctious mood this day. This was after a trip to the grocery store where I turned around to grab a can of spaghetti sauce and turned back and he had taken off his shoe and thrown it at a lady shopping. "Who throws a shoe, honestly?"

He likes dirt. 'Nuf said.

Thinking stance part deux.

He sees something he likes. A mower, a squirrel, neighbor kids....it could be anything. The wheels are turning. If I cry, maybe Mom will open the gate and let me out?? Commence tantrum in 3-2-1...

And go! It's not all fun my friends.

Off to Texas in 2 days for Easter weekend! Can't wait to see the fam!

Love,

Lyndsey

For the Love of Chick-fil-A

Marc could eat Chick-fil-A every day of the week. No joke. He puts Chick-fil-A gift cards on his Christmas list. He needs an intervention. I took Henry for lunch last Friday and he's just like his daddy. He loved it! We sat at a table in front of the drive-thru lane so he could watch all the cars driving past. Sure enough, he's waving and yelling "Bye!" as they drove by. I spread out his little placemat so he could enjoy his chicken nuggets and fries. I'm eating my chicken sandwich and look up and he is grinning from ear to ear and waving like a maniac. I look outside and it's his friend Olivia's mom. I couldn't believe he recognized her from that far! Or maybe it's because she was waving like a maniac too!

We ventured into the playland area so he could get out and run around before the drive home. I suppressed the urge to wipe my whole body with a mini Purell wipe that Chick-fil-A so graciously provides. These need to be everywhere.

Henry was driving the Chick-fil-A airplane when 2 little brothers walked in. They were probably 8 and 6. They were both really sweet and starting talking to him and showing him how to drive the airplane. Meanwhile, Henry just stares at them and tries to tackle them (as usual, his form of love).

Little Brother asks me, "He's really quiet. Why?"

Me- "He's a baby. He doesn't really know how to talk."

Older Brother- "He's not responding!" This kid has been watching too much Grey's Anatomy.

Henry proceeds to continue hugging and trying to put his patented wrestling move on the older brother. This particular move involves straddling the poor victim's body while shoving his diaper covered butt in their face. I've been violated by this move many times. He'll come at you at a full speed run, knock you down, and then have you pinned down before you even realize what's happening. It's actually quite impressive. Considering this is the first time the move has been performed outside the house and on a stranger, I decide to leave my Ice Dream and intervene.

Older Brother- "Baby, I'm not a jungle gym."

I died laughing. This kid is awesome!

I'm writing this on a Friday night. Marc is playing Glow-ball, Henry is sleeping, and I just finished watching a "Say Yes to the Dress" marathon and eating a Reeses Pieces Easter carrot that I bought for Marc a week ago. I think Kate Gosselin is legitimately insane after watching her "Kate Plus 8" commercials where she's hugging a koala and balling. It's so bizarre. I'm excited about waking up early tomorrow and going to a local neighborhood's garage sale. I had a card game set up with the girl's tonight but they weren't able to make it.

It's official. I'm almost 30. Or 80, give or take.

Love,

Lyndsey