This is why I can’t chill with the bird watchers.

The girls are home from school today. I’m not sure why, but I think it has something to do with either staff development or the birth of Matthew Sweet.

As I prepared my very large cup of coffee this morning, I glanced out into the back yard where I noticed a fairly large bird with a red spot on his head.

Me (still suffering from pregnancy brain, five years after the fact): Sssh! Girls! Come look at this! We have a red peckerhead in our back yard!

Harper (scrambling toward the window): What’s a peckerhead?

Me (still completely unaware of what I’m saying): A peckerhead is that bird with the red spot on his head! He takes his beak and he beats it against a tree so it goes knockknockknockknockknock!

Harper: Meredith! We’ve got a peckerhead in the yard!

Thank God for Meredith. She slowly wandered over, looked out into the back yard, and said, “Actually, Mommy, I think that’s a woodpecker.”

Okay then. Right you are. And while we’re here, let’s not ever speak of the peckerheads. ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>

26 thoughts on “This is why I can’t chill with the bird watchers.”

  1. love it–and I have a very bad case of pregnant brain today–someone commented “oh my birthday’s on Feb 9–what’s so special about that” and me, being very big and very pregnant, obviously not thinking, I said “it just means that your birthday is very soon [my brain telling me this month was February, not November] so Happy Birthday!”

    Only a couple hours later, when typing something out for work and noticing the month, did it click in. I felt SO stupid! you can call it Momma brain, then it still applies.

  2. I just saw a peckerwood at the store! But he was buying a 40 and asked me, “How ya doin’ mama”? No and no.

    I love to watch birds!

    Heh heh – peckerwood. Everyone I see tomorrow gets that name.

  3. Don’t feel bad. My baby is almost 16 and it took me until the 3rd peckerhead to realize what your concern was. LOL.

  4. I’m making this weird squeaky sound while I laugh that laugh that is so hard that it’s nearly silent. You know where you fear that you may never be able to breathe again? So, should I worry about the squeaky sound?

    (Peckerhead…. hahahahahahasqueakhahahahaha)

  5. Hilarious! I love it.

    I hope your peckerheads don’t fly south for the winter. Please keep all peckerheads confined to your backyard. My life never needs another peckerhead ever again. Thanks.

  6. Oh my God! I’m laughing so hard I think I might wet myself. Granted, I’ve got the child who told me she had “eeenew” (ennui).

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