Mrs. Bird’s brood could possibly include four if all goes well! Mamma’s working hard. She’s so patient. 

A morning that started off with rain, dark skies, an early alarm and projectile cat vomit across my bedroom floor set the tone for kind of a crappy day. But by noon, there was a lunch hour trip to the green house, sunshine, the smell of freshly cut grass through the open sunroof and the ultimate vegetable dill sandwich. By the end of the day, it was the boys’ tennis in Forrest Park and warm breezes followed by old Cosby episodes and cherry limeade.