Our first pets, 5 baby chicks, one for each child.
Happily named Moo Toe (Adam), Lady Peep Peep (Eliza), Fluffy (Merry), Feather Rose (Grace) and Jacob opted to wait and name his baby chick.
Jacob's chick must have taken offense to the no name because we found it laying with its wings splayed out in the crate. I had 4 very unhappy kids hovering over the chicken crate. Adam announced "It's donna det dead." Which I interpreted to mean the chick is going to die. I think they expected me to fix the broken chick, so I picked it up and cupped it in my hand and patted it on its little chicken back. The chick promptly puked all over the floor. I put the chick back in the crate and it limped around feeling sorry for itself, by the next day it was back to normal. The chick was then name Lazareth, hopefully it is a rooster.
Adam adores entertaining Eliza.
I think he is singing Eliza the Reduce, Re-use, Re-cycle song. It is never too early to start learning about carbon footprints.
Sweet Eliza finds him very amusing.
You mean disposable diapers are killing baby Pandas?
Eliza, ready to go for the day.
