Weekly Portrait of My Children 23/52

a weekly portrait of my children, every week, in 2017.

week twenty-three // scout: says “i love my baby sister,” all the time, carries a purse like it’s her job, and only wants to wear flip flops allllll the time.

week twenty-three // griffin: has been going on “missions” a lot lately, loves a nice pool-bath, and talks non-stop.

week twenty-three // marlowe: turned two months this week, coos like crazy, and has outgrown most of her three month clothes.

New babes

After much discussion (years), we’ve gone ahead and gotten backyard chickens.  Four of them to be exact.  Four of the tiniest, cutest chicks I’ve ever seen, named by G&S after the cast of their (current) favorite movie, Sing.  Introducing Gunter (pronounced Goooonter), Rosita, Ash, and Johnny.

L to R: Ash, Gunter, Rosita, and Johnny

Here’s what I know about these chicks so far:

They’re freaking adorable.  Like really, really, really cute.

They all have their own personalities.

They feed on human interaction.

They poop on everything.  EVERYTHING.

They stick together, no matter what.

The kids are all over them.  Mostly Scout, who insists on holding more than one at a time while petting and kissing the tops of their heads.  Griffin likes to pretend he’s going to pick one up, then run away laughing hysterically when they come towards him.

These babies will live on our porch under a heat lamp until they’re about five weeks old, when they will move out to their coop in the backyard.   We’re hoping to have fresh (pretty blues and greens) eggs by 6 months, and to notice a drop in the tick population in our yard.

Plus, isn’t it fun to say that you live with 3 children, 2 dogs, and 4 chickens?

Weekly Portrait of My Children 22/52

a weekly portrait of my children, every week, in 2017.

week twenty-two // scout: enjoys a nice trip to costco, constantly asks “where’s it from” (which is most often answered with target, old navy, or wegman’s), and listens to everything. 

week twenty-two // griffin: does not care for gorillas, refers to flip flops as jip jops, and is super crafty. 

week twenty-two // marlowe: likes to be held facing out (why don’t any of my babies want to be held like babies, damnit?!), has just started noticing Stella and Bruisey, and has only cried about four times total since birth.  

Weekly Portrait of My Children 21/52

a weekly portrait of my children, every week, in 2017.

week twenty-one // scout: has a crazy high pitch happy scream that comes out with zero control behind it, will only wear dresses, and likes braids (like elsa, duh).

week twenty-one // griffin: loves coloring and has started staying within the lines (while pressing unbelievably hard), had his first taste of playing on an ipad and is addicted, and could live on blueberries and cheese.

week twenty-one // marlowe: smiles the second she makes eye contact with anyone, has a ridiculous amount of gas, and is the world’s most pleasant baby.