supper still needs to be made, husbands on the phone with sonny boy and I'm trying to listen to half of that conversation, and it's American Idol night, like in just a few short fifteen minutes. I'm trying to do all of the above at the same time... Probably is going to be another Wednesday night with supper in front of the TV, I'm thinkin...darnit, I think I've reached the age where I need TV trays...I tell the dh that TV dinners are the next step after TV trays. He doesn't seem to find the same humor in the TV tray/TV dinner thing... So the burgers are on the grill, I will try my very best not to burn them...
it is now 10 minutes til seven
and I check the computer
(sorry about photo quality...pretty sure I was shakin with excitement)
I then yell (no, scream) up to the dh, whose still on the phone with the son, "THE EAGLES HATCHING"....husband continues his conversation. I figured he'd jump off the couch, tear down the steps, tell his son he'd have to call him back, to witness the hatching of an eagle. Not. Have I mentioned, the dh isn't as into this as I?? I'm now yelling, NOT NOW...it's almost time for American Idol! So as you can see, at approximately 6:50 PM CST the 3rd egg hatched. Let's just hope this little one can put up with that one naughty sibling....you know the one, the one that needs to spend some time in the time-out chair!
I'm exhausted...this having baby eaglets is exhausting,