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Awkward… What a word and a what a stage in life.  When I think of an awkward stage, I think back to junior high.   Junior high, a.k.a middle school, seemed to be the epitome of awkwardness for me.  On the other hand, it seems to be much less awkward for my boys, but that could be because their boys.  Junior high/middle school can be hellacious for a girl.  If there was one period in life I wouldn’t want to revisit, that’s probably it.

In other news, tonight as I finished my workout on my TRX I was confronted with quite the incredible site.  I only wish a camera had been filming me as Goalielocks ran into my room, net in hand shouting how he found a baby bird while searching for his kayak paddle.  Yes, that’s right.  My boy ran into my room with the poor baby bird he found in a fishing net.  Apparently, the baby became separated from its mother and siblings and was laying by itself in the middle of the grass.  Honestly, my expression had to be priceless.  How else could one reasonably react while mid chest press on the TRX?  If I had to imagine what it looked like, I think it looked something like this…

Needless to say, I’ll be calling Busch Wildlife center or another wildlife rescue organization in the morning to make sure this sweet bird gets a proper upbringing.  We did identify it as a common moorhen. It’s cute enough.   However, it belongs with an animal rescue organization that can raise it/rehabilitate it, so it can return to the wild.

Before this happened, Goalielocks came into my room urgently asking where his kayak was and that someone had stolen it.  Or at least that’s what I heard as  was running desperately out of breath on the treadmill.  Turns out he had only misplaced the kayak paddle not the entire kayak.  Boy, what a relief that was…  And then of course on the way to kayaking he rescued the baby bird.

There was a couple funny awkward incidents this weekend too.  First, while we waited for our Shift shopper to arrive, he sat on my empty wall ball box falling into him getting stuck.  He was captive, so I was able to get a pic of him pretty easily.  Then there was Sunday.  We had dry rock and marine life shipped to us last week, so we had 3 huge boxes with biodegradable packing peanuts in them. I wanted to reuse the boxes for our charitable donations, so I asked him to dump the peanuts into the trash.  Unfortunately, he only heard three words of the sentence “dump the peanuts.”  Consequently, the packing peanuts littered the upper portion of our driveway around the garbage can.

When he came back inside so quickly, I was pretty confident that he had missed a key phrase in my request “in the garbage.”  So I asked him to go back out and clean it up.  Undoubtedly, he waited it out as long as he could until we forced him back out.  Unfortunately for him, the peanuts had already started to breakdown making it infinitely more difficult to clean them up.

No more than five minutes passed by than he came to the door freaking out because the peanuts had encased and were sticking to his feet.  It was truly one of the funniest things I had ever seen.  I told him to hold on because I had to grab my phone.  I quickly grabbed my phone and headed out to check out both his feet and the mess he had created.  He had put a dent in his mess, but his packing peanuts shoes had me in hysterics.  I had to grab a pic! Now I can remind him if he had done it right the first time, his feet wouldn’t be encased in packing peanuts.  Talk about instant karma and a cautionary tale all wrapped in one or wrapped in packing peanuts.

As I’ve been writing this, Goalielocks has already set the bird up with a nice temporary home.  The bird has everything it needs including a heat bulb.  This will ensure it doesn’t get too cold while in our care.  He clearly was, again, channeling his inner Gerry Durrell bringing home yet another creature for our menagerie.  I can only imagine how happy the hubby will be when he finds out.