The other day, much to my shock, a bird flew through our kitchen and living room. I didn't know that I was scared of birds, but I soon discovered that apparently I am afraid of confined, black birds. I would say large, but as you can see in the picture, it was a medium size bird and I have no idea how it got in my house. The bird made its entrance in the late afternoon. Thomas was obviously thrilled. He kept running around trying to catch the bird while I had all kinds of horrible imaginations about crazy diseases. I went and got his yellow plastic bat to try and herd it out of the door. It probably was one of the funniest scenes. Thomas would run at the bird and then I would stand by the door swinging the plastic bat to try and convince it to leave out the door. Unfortunately, after trying for about 30 minutes, I simply gave up. I definitely was not going to stay in the house with the bird though so I took the kids and we went to the YMCA. Steve wasn't planning on coming home that night as he had a late lecture, but I convinced him that he needed to make a quick stop for the sanity of his wife. Steve only took five minutes to get rid of the bird. He was much smarter. He turned off all the lights in the house, turned on the porch light, opened the window and then herded it out. He said it was quite easy. Whatever. The bird scared me to death. I did learn by my friends at the YMCA that birds in your house bring luck. So here's hoping!!!!
One other quick story. I had a scare a few weeks ago when I thought Donny was choking. He was crying so I knew his airway wasn't completely blocked off, but I had no idea why he was gasping and struggling for breath. I was on the phone with a good friend of mine who immediately sent her husband over to help. In the meantime, I called 9-1-1. My friend's husband and our neighbor arrived about five minutes before the ambulance and by then, Donny had already dislodged whatever was choking him. We then waited for the ambulance together. After a few more minutes, we saw the fire engine and ambulance pull up to a house down the street so we had to wave them over. The whole time I was so grateful that Donny wasn't actually choking. Seriously, I learned an important lesson to call my friends along with 9-1-1. Their response time was much faster. Hewitt stood in front of our glass screen door to look out at the emergency vehicles and screamed everytime a firefighter made him move. It was a bit embarassing. Thankfully, they didn't stay too long and after doing a quick checkup of Donny's lungs, they promptly left. My friends and I were talking when we suddenly noticed Thomas and Hewitt playing with a big, black machine (defibrillator) on the floor. My friend explained to Thomas what a defibrillator did including that it will shock your heart. Thomas was pumped. I hurried and called 9-1-1 back to come and pick up their machine before Thomas started doing experiments. What a crazy morning. Donny fell asleep soon afterwards and we had a nice, quiet afternoon.
In less exciting news, Donny is getting into everything.
