embracing chaos

Our days usually entail at least one crazy chaotic moment at our homestead - I mean with my gracefulness, two little kids and all of our animals, stories just happen.

Our animals personality quirks are what make them fun and yes, sometimes annoying. But even the behavior that makes you gasp when you walk in the door after a long day at work with 12 bags of groceries and two whiney melting down kids is eventually funny and a good story. Ramsey dog is usually the main character in these stories (although Boston is swiftly gaining noteriety in his role as supporting actor). Ramsey Girl steals food off the shelves - such as 5lbs of flour or a tub of shortening - things you just can't sweep up. Riley sleeps in my flower garden, Boston chases the turkeys and gnaws on the window sill. They keep life interesting.

Recently the kids accidentally let Boston out who chased and caught a turkey, was wrestled to the ground by me- adding massive bruises to accompany the massive purple one on my ass from stopping short on my bike behind Juliet, not getting my feet out of the cages fast enough and falling over on the side of the road of downtown Hallowell. Quite fricken funny, really. The kids also recently discovered that Jazz Cat likes people food (okay I may have shown them) and feed him bits of their grilled cheese, crabcakes or pizza. Jazz caught on fast. We created a monster.

The story that prompted this blog happened this past weekend. It was hysterically funny. Probably one of those "you had to be there" moments but nevertheless worth mentioning.

Out of the corner of my eye a black thing jumped in the air, I heard the squeal and stared towards the door. Jason stopped in his tracks and turned to see what the noise was. Boston was jumping and spinning . . . then we saw his head and realized he wasn't playing. "HIS HEAD" I yelled. Jason darted towards him as Boston spun himself to the top of the entryway stairs with a giant blue Jolly Ball on his head, crashed into the metal water bowl and fumbled his way down the set of 4 brick stairs. He did not stop there and banged into the wall, jumping backwards, breathing heavy and squealing inside the ball. Jason talked to him and put his hands on him, he jumped back again hitting the table and chairs. Holding him down, he pulled the ball off to reveal the shear look of terror, the panting and staring at the giant blue ball that used to be one of his favorite toys - until he chewed a giant hole in it. Now he has a red one. And he's afraid of the water bowl.