What a blast! My kids are WORN OUT! Due to mis-communications and the inability to play indoor soccer tonight, we went next door instead (Sky High Trampoline) and blew off some steam. I wish I could do this more often!
Happy Birthday Mom and Rudy
and
Happy Thanksgiving, too!
Phew!
I know, it's a CRAPPY title for a blog post, but it got your attention, right? I thought it was fitting, as this post involves chickens and ROOSTERS... get it? Oh, and sure, there was lots of POOP!
Last week's playdate was at The Village Park in Fair Oaks, where they hold The Chicken Festival each year. I've never been, but it certainly seems appropriate to have one there. As soon as I put the car in "park", these 2-legged birds came jaunting across the lawn to check us out. I'm not sure why the chicken crossed the road NOR do I know why they crossed the lawn in such hurried pace to see my exciting crew. Donovan was a bit turned-off by these beaked creatures, as he isn't too fond of the geese we've run into at times. He got used to the chickens after realizing he was taller than them and a good swift kick could back them away - not that he'd do such a thing! We had more fun watching the chickens peck at each other and the roosters crowing, than the boys did at the play structures (perhaps because it was occupied by the chickens?) There were quite a few large chickens that dominated the "coop", and there was one that stood out amongst the others. We call him ... The Funky Chicken. It was quite a pest, always at your feet attempting to snatch whatever the boys were snacking on. His behavior was probably due to his abnormalty... a mis-aligned beak!! Very strange. It was a nice morning, and one of the very last outings we may get before the wetter weather arrives. We've had lots of fun times with the boys. 
The Funky Chicken
Donovan's three favorite items this week - his gloves, trike and his brother's helmet. While at the park yesterday, Donovan was eyeing the skateboarders over on the ramps. After doing a few laps around the park and waiting for the "professionals" to leave, Donovan needed to try the slick surface for himself. Somehow I foresee elbow and kneepads in this kid's future!
Here are my trick-or-treaters. These guys (minus Devin) were marathoners on Halloween night. Starting out at 6:30 pm, they didn't get home until 8:15 pm. They, of course, were excited to tear through the door, while Dad came along dragging the "transfer cases" of candy the boys had collected. Just how far could one go in this neighborhood? Does anyone have any good recipes that use funsize Snickers, Milky Way, M&Ms, etc.? We're loaded!
Never knowing what to expect, we decided to purchase just one bag of 150 pieces of candy. We had 53 trick-or-treaters, some too young, and one grandma (that probably has no teeth for it!) I've been working on the Almond Joys, religiously, and am sure to get this holiday weight gain off to a great start before Thanksgiving!
Last week's playdate was at The Village Park in Fair Oaks, where they hold The Chicken Festival each year. I've never been, but it certainly seems appropriate to have one there. As soon as I put the car in "park", these 2-legged birds came jaunting across the lawn to check us out. I'm not sure why the chicken crossed the road NOR do I know why they crossed the lawn in such hurried pace to see my exciting crew. Donovan was a bit turned-off by these beaked creatures, as he isn't too fond of the geese we've run into at times. He got used to the chickens after realizing he was taller than them and a good swift kick could back them away - not that he'd do such a thing! We had more fun watching the chickens peck at each other and the roosters crowing, than the boys did at the play structures (perhaps because it was occupied by the chickens?) There were quite a few large chickens that dominated the "coop", and there was one that stood out amongst the others. We call him ... The Funky Chicken. It was quite a pest, always at your feet attempting to snatch whatever the boys were snacking on. His behavior was probably due to his abnormalty... a mis-aligned beak!! Very strange. It was a nice morning, and one of the very last outings we may get before the wetter weather arrives. We've had lots of fun times with the boys. 
The Funky Chicken
Donovan's three favorite items this week - his gloves, trike and his brother's helmet. While at the park yesterday, Donovan was eyeing the skateboarders over on the ramps. After doing a few laps around the park and waiting for the "professionals" to leave, Donovan needed to try the slick surface for himself. Somehow I foresee elbow and kneepads in this kid's future!
