Nothing compares to a Sunday at home, especially on Mother's Day. Every year I reserve Mother's Day for gardening. I have one great little helper in Ava and one, well, great little destroyer in Dane so it all balances out pretty well.
The weather this year was iffy. I was wearing two sweatshirts, jeans and tennis shoes. Dane was wearing his standard: no underwear, nylon elastic-waist shorts, a muscle tee and flip-flops. Mid afternoon Ava asked for some cuddles so we sat on a blanket in the middle of the yard and watched our favorite mama Robin fly in and out of her nest by our patio. Earlier in the morning we had picked up a couple of night crawlers and the kids saved their "pets" in a bucket. I rhetorically wondered aloud if the mother bird would like to eat one of those "pets". It wasn't two seconds before the kids were begging their father to put a night crawler (Ava's) into the nest to see. Sure enough as soon as Jason backed away from the nest the mother bird was downing that night crawler. It was a grotesque sight. The kids loved it. The kids found a bunch of worms during the day of gardening and took turns lopping them into the nest for the mama, who ate them all. I am guessing she had a pretty sweet Mother's Day, as did I.
This week the next step of our remodel project will take place as gutters are being installed. It just so happens that this Robin builds her nest in a crook of the gutters. Don't worry - I've already talked to the construction company about having to deal with the wrath of my kids if they aren't careful with this nest!!
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