Hi. I’m Morgan. This is me.
I don’t look like this every day. Smoke and mirrors courtesy of Island Light Photography.
I’m into kids, nap schedules, play dates (who made up that lame term anyway?), and buying diapers in bulk. When I’m not feeding children, cleaning up after them, and then preparing for the next round of meals- I enjoy writing, photography, fake shopping online, and sleeping.
I also like to plot crafts in my head. It’s the actual “doing” part of crafting that I have a hard time with. So, I shop Etsy instead.
Occasionally I surprise myself and bake bread (without a machine or a mix, thankyouverymuch) or make homemade jam . I even made my own cream cheese once and I am still alive to tell the tale. I think there is a sixty-something year old hippy stuck inside my body. Her voice seems to be getting louder as I get older.
Before I became a mom I was a banker, nanny, make-up artist, real estate agent, bartender, retail clerk, and personal assistant. I also have an Associate of Arts degree Merchandise Marketing and Bachelor of Science degree Business Management. This means I know a little about a lot, while maintaining zero earning potential. And that is why I have been a Stay at Home Mom for the past three and a half years. I’m not sure that really applies to me anymore though. I guess I’m more of a Work at Home Mom now. You can read more about that on my professional website. Lets get back to the chicks:
These are my kids. They are awesome.
Emma was born in October 2007. She’s into Disney Princesses, ballet, eating carbohydrates (or not eating at all), and playing dress up.
Annie was born in February 2010. She is into being cute, breaking stuff, pulling her sister’s hair, and pooping.
I started this blog to highlight how glamorous my life is. I get bossed around all day by a couple of pint sized dictators. I haven’t worn anything labeled “Dry Clean Only” in three years and I have Baby Bjorn tan lines. I have goldfish permanently stuck to the seats of my car, and I haven’t gone to the bathroom alone since 2007. Sometimes when all you want to do is cry- it’s better to laugh.
A lot of people ask me why I named my blog “The Little Hen House”. Well, chickens are sort of a theme in my life.
It all started when we bought our home in 2007. I live in an “up and coming” urban neighborhood where you can literally purchase chickens of your own at the local market. I’m not sure if this is entirely legal, but it is what it is. Therefore, it is not uncommon to actually see chickens crossing the very road that I live on.
In fact, my neighbor across the street had two roosters living in his yard for a short time. That, I know for a fact, is illegal (it’s a noise issue). I’m not going to fess up to any tattle taling, but I will say that those roosters are no longer with us. Bless their souls.
Well- if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em and in February 2011 we purchased four Rhode Island Red Hens of our very own. And no, we do not have a rooster. I’m confident saying that if there is ever a rooster living on my property it will be over my dead body.
Meet the girls:
You can follow my (mis)adventures in urban chicken farming on my urban farming blog Ruling The Roost. Yes, my chickens are such divas that they demand their own cyber space.
So, not only do we have chickens roaming our streets, and four hens living in a coop in our backyard, but we have a couple of chicks in our very own house! I’m talking about my two kids, of course. I love having a house full of girls. A lot of people have said to me, “Oh, maybe next time you can try for a boy.” I just smile and think to myself, “No thanks!”
I have a fantasy that one day I will leave the city and live in a little home with enough land for all my chicks to roam wild and free. When my days are long and unbearable, I start plotting my escape to the country, a place where I can finally build The Little Hen House of my dreams.