Since I've had some people ask why I named the blog "chicken babies", I thought I'd take a minute and explain.
Chickens are just kind of funny. I don't know why, but if you just throw a random "chicken" in when you're talking to someone, it's a good way to get a laugh; well, if it's the right sort of person, by which I mean me or my husband.
Sometimes I will write a to-do list and when I look at it the next day it will have the word chicken written at the bottom of the list. Or sometimes I'll ask my husband a question and he'll just answer "chicken". Hmmm. This makes my husband sound really weird, but really he's just great.
Chickens make their way into our lives in unexpected places. The kids usually give Jason a chicken book or chicken themed present for his birthday, Father's Day, and Christmas. Every summer when we do our "Crazy Kids' Drama Camp" a chicken has to be in the movie somewhere. Our kitchen has chicken statues in it. My youngest son asked for a chicken birthday party. And we teach our kids to "cluck" from an early age. Okay, not that last one.
Once upon a time, when we were engaged, my husband was watching a rerun of the Cosby Show. One day while he was watching, he saw the following scene:
Vanessa(crying/whining to Dad): "Rudy called me a baby."
Dad: "Rudy, did you call your sister a baby?"
Rudy: "No, I called her a chicken baby."
Jason thought this was hilarious, and decided he would call his children his "chicken babies", not as an insult, but as a term of endearment. Ever since Maren was a little baby girl, he has called her his chicken baby.
When I was trying to think of a name for the blog, I was having no luck with anything that involved the words kids, activities, fun, things to do with kids, homeschooling, etc. . . Then I thought about how we call our kids chicken babies, and surprisingly no one had taken it. (weird, huh?) And a blog was born! Our kids are the chicken babies, and this blog is about the things we do with or for our kids. Mostly.