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She’s wearing her pigeon pants again

I wasn’t a bit surprised to see her coming down the stairs in what she proudly calls her “pigeon pants.” They are her favorites, after all, and for a good reason. I guess you could say they’re like trophy pants. Ripped and stained, they tell a special story.

Knowing we won’t always have those pants around to remind us, I added that special story to our family scrapbooks. (You can click on the picture below to enlarge it, but I also printed out the journaling below since it’s so small on the page.)

Journaling reads:

Addy began chasing pigeons as we left the zoo…nothing new there. Then we looked up to see her holding every last    tail feather from some poor bird that barely got away. She cried about the possibility that she’d hurt it…but not for long. A couple of minutes later she was holding a pigeon. She’d actually caught the whole bird with her bare hands. She desperately wanted to bring her new “pet” home (NO!) and beamed with pride over her great hunting skills. On the way home, she said, “I skinned my knee, I ripped my pants…This is the best day ever!” She was only sad that the place where it scratched her didn’t leave a scar!

So, I guess it’s not surprising that she loves those pants so much. But I’ll feel better knowing that, in case you ever see her in them, you’ll know why I let her wear them.  😉

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If You Give a Kid a Zoo Trip

If you (being the really brave soul that you are) decide to take six kids to the zoo for the afternoon, chances are they’ll want a picnic to go with it…

…and if you picnic in a great park with a beautiful lake and the weather is unusually nice for your area, they’ll probably want to go feed the ducks….

…and because you’re a really-well-prepared-for-anything kind of mom (yeah, right) you will have brought lots of bread and crackers for just that purpose, and will be surprised that you have to work hard to keep it out of the teenage boys’ mouths (even though you just ate supper during the aforementioned picnic) and in the end it won’t matter because the pigeons will have taken over everything anyway…

…and if you’ve brought along your 9-year-old tomboy who loves nothing more than hunting down birds and catching them with her bare hands, then she’ll probably attempt to take one of those pigeons home with her, and if there are exposed tree roots she’ll probably trip over one during the chase and slam her face into a tree hard enough to make it turn black and blue over the next few days…

…and chances are that if that happens, and if you’re a distracting kind of mom, you’ll steer everyone toward an open field where they can exert all that pent-up energy BEFORE you crowd in for the ride home, and your normally-calm-and-cool teenagers and their normally-calm-and-cool teenage friends will suddenly be doing somersaults…

…and wrestling…

…and chasing each other…

…and stealing each others’ shoes…

…and taunting each other (Why are boys are SO competitive?)…

…and moving so fast that you, the mom with the camera, can hardly snap a picture that’s not completely fuzzy (but you will love them anyway because they perfectly represent the BLUR of activity that was this day)….

…and you will rejoice that even the injured one is still smiling…

…and that someone finally sat still long enough for your to get a really great shot…

…and at the realization that these kids really do love life, especially the little things…

…and while you are still rejoicing, your oldest son might reach into his backpack for some ChapStick but accidentally pull out a stick of eye-black instead, and everyone will think it’s such a hilarious close call and decide that they all (“You, too, Mom!”) should get blacked up for the trip home…

…and chances are, that while walking back to the parking lot you will watch these silly, energetic kids and remember how your own mom used to always say, “Teenagers just want a place to be together. They really don’t care where.”

….and chances are that while you’re thinking of wise sayings right after a trip to the zoo you’ll also remember how, when you were a little girl, every time you’d ask where your mom was, your dad would retort, “She went to the zoo to see a monkey like you!”

…and you’ll decide that that’s not quite as profound but that it’s still a really nice memory to have…

…and  if all that happens, as you drive home you’ll be thanking God for such an exhausting, fun day with people you love…

…and chances are…you’re going to want some sleep to go with it.

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