My husband took a personal day to help me out, and it was a good thing because we had a bit of a plumbing incident. Dishwasher, not toilet, thank goodness! As he tried to work through that, a wounded bird decided to take refuge in our house, hopping past me as I stood at the partially open screen door, too flustered to take any effective action. The hopping bird quickly found the couch and took up residence underneath.
As my husband spent the next 90 minutes on the phone with GE, I racked my throbbing brain for some way to extricate that bird from our abode. At one point it was calmly perched atop a bin of the kids' building blocks. I picked up the bin and walked it, bird and all, across the house. As we passed the television, it jumped onto the entertainment center, deposited a gift, and fell off the edge into the mass of cords tucked against the wall.
Miffed but not defeated, I cleaned up the poop and grabbed a large Olive Garden to-go bag and waited. The bird eventually made its way back to the top of the entertainment stand and I shooed it into the bag with a wooden spoon, then I dumped it outside the fence into the neighbor's yard. Shhh. Don't tell the neighbors.
Anyways, I didn't get a pic of the bird; there was just too much excitement. I did however catch a few other moments from the weekend. I have been telling stories of my own creation to the kids before bed about a boy scientist named Billy (I hope Bill Nye doesn't get me for copyright infringement) and his travels across the globe. Saturday we had a French inspired picnic with pain au chocolate, des fraises, and Fanta (don't tell my kids it wasn't Orangina...). After the picnic, the kids played in the little pool. V lost her diaper, as the world's largest wedgie will attest and I drowned my discomfort in this book of short murder mysteries.
We also ordered some balloons from Amazon, to make balloon animals for the kids. It's harder than it looks. The husband did make this crown for H. The book we ordered with the balloons just arrived today, so maybe that will prove more helpful than Mr. Fudge the balloon man on YouTube. We'll see. And finally, we watched Promised Land last night. It was good, enjoyable, yet it was just a wee tad more didactical than I like. Watch it and I think you'll see what I mean.