Proof that I am a crazy person

There are so many things to catch up on and to recount since we moved into Woodlawn almost two weeks ago. But I'm shoving all those things aside this afternoon to update you on the crazy person I think I have become.

For starters, we moved into this house two.weeks.ago. That means I am still living in a sea of boxes and bags and Goodwill piles and junk piles. Just a mere two days ago I finally found our silverware! Last night was the first night all the kids slept in their own beds in their own rooms! I'm running my washing machine with a garden hose coming up from the basement. (Hello old house with your plumbing issues.) 

So yes, chaos would be the word to describe us right about now. And even that may be generous.

Do you know what I brought home with me from the feed mill today?

Do you know what's peeping in my mudroom as I sit here at my kitchen island?

People, I am crazy.

Meet our six new Barred Rock chicks. 

Cute today. Jumping out of their water trough turned chick pen tomorrow. 

But I will say....this house was made for a chick-raising operation. The mudroom is perfect...well, aside from the fact that the mudroom door is also the door that all the barn cats try to slip through every time it opens (oops). I have a closet to store away the feed. An old concrete sink for filling waterers. A plug just where I need it for the heat lamp. 

I even splurged on a thirty dollar water trough that was the perfect size for chicks, oh, and also ducklings. I think we may need some ducklings, too.