Yes, and it's about time. CJ started working his first job about a month ago--feeding the chickens while Isaac and Elise were on the beach in California getting sunburns and eating grapes straight off the vine. Oh and did I mention that it snowed here?
But anyway, someone still had to take care of the chickens. And cj did a pretty good job. Soren did alright, too. Except he still calls the chicken "doggies". Cj liked everything about the job except for finding chicken poop on rocks (he still talks about this) and gathering eggs. So that left the job to me. Have you ever walked in on a chicken laying an egg? I have about ten times now. Awkward. I swear those chicken coups need an "occupied" sign.
His favorite part? Posing for pictures with one or two hands raised and mowing the lawn. He did that free of charge. Of course the whole thing was free of charge, so that was just an extra extra, I guess.
He did such a good job that he got hired the next week by Nana. Bringing in the mail and newspapers in exchange for treats and toys from the dollar store. She paid him too well. Now every time we go to her house, he asks if he can bring in the mail and get a package.
By now, I think we are ready for an early retirement.
Unless you have a job in mind?
7 comments:
He's taught Soren the "raise your hand in pictures" thing?! Sadie! You need to contain the crazy!
This might be some form of child abusnes (captcha!)
Do you raise your hand in pictures? I've never noticed.
Ever since I read your entry about Soren's strange habit, that arm in the air makes me laugh at random moments in the day. funny, funny, funny.
Maybe you should hire him out as an NFL referee
I still can't get over the hands in the air. I wish I could know what is behind that. So great. Now I feel bad I don't have any boys, I think I am really missing out.
That is too funny that Soren is copying CJ. I love your boys! Can Eliza marry one of them please?
Sadie, CJ could take care of our chickens if you just came out here. And you'd get to stay in my room.
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