Last weekend was eventful and somewhat stressful. On Saturday, I woke up to a hideous flapping noise in the wall behind the stove. Turns out, it was a bird trapped in the wall. It took 12 hours, a million franctic calls to every pest and critter person in town, some creative problem-solving and lots of tears (on my part - due to the way we were forced to have to get the bird out). By the end of it all, though, we were all pleasantly surprised that the bird survived.
Ironically, since Bird Weekend it seems birds are everywhere - in the apron I bought at an antique mall this weekend, all over the vintage postcards I was drawn to in the shops, and guess what popped out of a package that arrived from a friend this week? (If you try to get pics of your tot's favorite-toy-of-the-moment, you have approximately one second before it is snatched from you):
I am hoping this weekend fares better. We are having friends over for dinner Saturday night and I am trying a recipe or two (have you ever used beer for your corned beef? If so, what kind?). I'm a little wary of trying new recipes with company, and had I thought I would bend to the festive pressure to cook something Irish I probably would have tested them earlier in the week. Instead I will likely have a pot of chili or some other Plan B prepared just in case. What recipe are you using for St. Pats?
*ps: Thanks, ladies, for all your wisdom regarding a "next baby" (this is what J. labeled all the boxes when he packed away E.'s baby gear a couple years ago. Endearing.).