Taking Over the Turkey Duties

Hello, everybody! My name is Lambchop and I've been asked to take over the turkey hostessing duties this year, because my brothers, who handled it last year, are otherwise engaged.


As you can see we have two cute little turkeys in the house ... well ... four if you count my big brothers. hee hee

Since my brothers never actually managed to name the turkeys, I've decided to name them myself. It's only polite. So please say hello to ... hold on, let me check ... okay ... well, that answers that question ... Fred and Tom. Yes, Fred and Tom, the Ewe Household turkeys.

What? You want to know what they do?

Well, I can tell you that they're not edible. Believe me, I've tried. In fact, I pretty much try to eat or suck on everything I can get my little hands on.

And they're very gossipy. In fact, Fred and Tom can be downright rude when they spend their time gobble gobble gobbling to each other about all the latest turkey news, completely ignoring me!

If they continue to gobble and ignore me for too long, though, I just separate them. That usually does the trick.

And if it doesn't, I play toss-the-turkey. I'm getting really good at it ... although the game does require a second player, someone who will happily keep picking up the tossed turkey and returning it to me for more tossing.

That reminds me, thanks Mommy!

Anyway, I have to fly now ... another thing my turkeys can't do, by the way.
hee hee

Fred, Tom and I hope everyone had a brilliant Thanksgiving and enjoyed their stuffed chicken.

She's Twenty Weeks Old . . .

. . . and too cute to be denied anything.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . And don't I just know it.

For (not quite) Wordless Wednesday.

What Lambchop Was Thinking

"Holy crap! Mommy's making me go out in public in this pumpkin get-up?! Oh, the indignity!"

The Trio is on Holiday...

... in Edinburgh.


'poof'


Back in a few days.

She Only Has Eyes for Her Big Brothers

But they're absolutely lovely to her, so it's hard to blame her.

;-)


For (almost) Wordless Wednesday.

My Family

. . . will be together again late tonight when the boys come back from their mini beach break.

Poof

For almost Wordless Wednesday.

Some Kind of Holiday

So . . .

My husband left me this morning. And he took the boys with him.

No, we're good. I just sounds funny to say it like that.

But we did wait too long to book a holiday at the beach along the Norfolk coast. When we decided last week that it sounded like a great idea, we quickly discovered that everything we could afford was full up. And camping in a tent, probably the only available option, was not really an option on account of Lambchop. She does need to travel with a fair amount of accessories at the moment...

But the boys were extremely disappointed at the idea of not going. We'd taken them last weekend and they loved it. And we'd made the mistake of suggesting the idea of renting a beach cottage for a week, of course, and G took this week off to do it... but, after many hours searching all the web sites and making some calls, no affordable cottages seemed to be left.

And the weather is supposed to be spectacular this week, too . . . So on Saturday I suggested G call his sister, as she and her family live on the south coast, ten minutes from the beach. And they even have their own beach hut, a very cool plus. His sister and family were more than happy to have us down for a few days, and her girls were delighted at the idea of their cousins coming to visit.

After much discussion, I decided that Lambchop and I would sit this one out at home. Juggling a baby and all her 'accessories' on a beach holiday, while also trying to keep an eye on my two active monsters in a home that isn't mine, when there's lots of sun and sand and sterilizing to be done on top of it all, didn't really appeal. Plus, the boys wouldn't be able to get their bikes in the car if we had to pack a stroller, basket and sterilizing equipment, etc. (whereas we could have just taken both cars to the Norfolk coast, as it's only two hours away). And the boys wouldn't have to schedule around Ms Lambchop's needs at all if we didn't go . . . . So I suggested G take the boys and have a few days of wild beach and park time with their cousins while Lambchop and I relaxed at home.

So early this morning I helped G pack up the boys and the car and they were off! The boys were a little sad that I wasn't coming, but I suspect they'll be over it in no time once they land at their cousin's.

I suspect Ms Lambchop and I are going to be just fine on our own for a few days. For an almost eight week old, she's been sleeping really well the past ten days or so --from 6-8 hours of straight sleep a night, every night!-- and fairly easy going in the mornings after she wakes up. Afternoons and early evenings, she can be a bit of a handful, as that's her primary 'wake' time, but we'll manage. Primarily because of those 6-8 hours of sleep every night....

So we'll be putting around here while the boys are frolicking at the beach for a few days... maybe I'll actually get to catch up on my blog reading and on my own posting! Who knows?