Block Biter

Here's a little snippet of Verity, the block biter.

She started out by eating her block and laughing as I was doing some exercises so I decided to take a mini break from crunches to show you all what she likes to do while mommy is working out.

Getting Chatty in the Bath

Verity is getting to be quite the talker. I'm deathly afraid to admit it but I fear she will be my most talkative child yet. Poor introvert mama with not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 ridiculously extroverted children. It's a good thing of course but it can drive this mama batty.

Verity's talking is currently cute however and not annoying...give her time, she'll get around to asking those "why?" questions soon enough!

Recently, I was giving her a bath and the second I put her in, she started blabbing. The girl talked for probably a good 3 minutes before I even decided to start washing her.

Here's just a bit of what she had to say.

Down on Grandma's Farm

While we were down in California, we stayed at my parent's house. This meant that the kids finally got to see the chickens that Grandma bought months ago and they've seen via Skype. Yes, we have Sykped with chickens!


Despite the title of the post, Grandma (and Grandpa because he lives there too!) doesn't really have a full fledged farm. She has a large chicken coop in the back yard with 3 chickens.


The kids got to feed the chickens as well as collect their eggs. Everly took a little while to warm up the the birds but she eventually was just as daring as the boys, entering the coop to collect her egg. Everly somehow missed the memo that you need to hold eggs carefully because the second she had it in her hands she decided to give it back to the chickens by tossing it to one of them. Miraculously the egg landed right on top of the chicken's back, stayed there for a bit, and then fell unbroken to the ground.


Every day the kids asked to feed the chickens which they were able to do a few times. Towards the end of our trip, Everly would start to cluck like the chickens whenever they would start making noise (which was only when someone was laying an egg apparently. Glad those chickens weren't in my delivery room! I wouldn't want someone announcing to the world what I was doing! But then I'm not a chicken.)





It turns out that chickens are highly entertaining for kids. Who knew?