30 Days :: 12

This string of chickens hangs from the doorway to our kitchen. The door is long gone but the hinges still remain. I use them to hang shirts to dry and recently to hang this strand of chickens I found while on vacation. 

Every time I walk into the kitchen I jingle the chicks, as I call them.  When I first put them up Maximilien could not reach them at all. He would sit on the floor and stare at them with curiosity. As he got better at pulling himself up I would often find him standing on his tippy, tippy toes trying to reach the chickens and every once in a while jingling the bell with one finger.

Today, he can reach them easily, flat footed while palming the bell at the end.  Our mornings always start out in the kitchen.  I walk ahead and ring the chickens and call Max's name. I hear the pitter patter of him crawling down the hallway floor and then see his little head pop around the corner of the doorway to see if I am looking for him. He pulls himself up to standing and reaches up and jingles the chickens. Now, our day can begin...

Comments

[Robyn]

That's a lovely piece that you hung. It's very nice.

[Meg]

So sweet... so so sweet.

[Sarah WG]

I love your chickens. And your morning ritual.

[Stephanie]

Hi Aimee,

I have the same strand with the bell on the end. Instead of chicks, I have elephants. I bought mine in New Delhi when I was living there. My cat Raja loves it like Max loves the chicks! By the way, I love your photos of Max playing in the hallway.

Oh, and thanks for the inspiration! I will be starting my Slow Month in March. :) After finding a can of coconut milk in my pantry this morning, I made a week's worth of vegetable curry! AND... I have a new bag of basmati on the kitchen counter to boot!

[Terry]

I love this story and how Max has developed in the morning ritual. I wish I cd. see him in action. Perhaps soon you'll reverse roles w. Max calling you to breakfast :)