What's the deal with those psychotic birds?

I was going to sleep in this morning which, in my pathetic world, means sleeping until about 9 am. I hate psychotic birds. I can sleep through the sound of my children and husband talking; I do it all the time. I have to, because they think nothing of approaching me while I'm in a dead sleep and starting a conversation, in a really loud boy voice.

"TODAY I WANT TO PLAY SOCCER AND GO OUT TO LUNCH. DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY BLUE SHIRT IS? AND MY LEGO HELICOPTER THAT I JUST MADE? MY TOE HURTS."

That's the husband. The kid's morning chats are even more inane. Question: Do they notice that my eyes are closed, I'm lying in my bed under the covers and the room is very, very dark? Answer: No, they do not. Or maybe they just don't care. When they start conversations like that, my eyes snap open, or clench closed, depending on how delusional I am that day about going back to sleep. My heart starts racing and I feel like Queen Latifah in that movie she's in with Steve Martin where they hook up on the internet and she gets out of prison and goes to stay with him and he startles her and she bolts up in bed and starts punching the air and makes really funny noises. Have you seen that movie? It's a terrible movie, but that scene is hilarious, well at least that one moment in that scene. And I totally understand how she felt. Well played, Latifah.

So, this morning as I was ignoring my family and waiting for the moment they would all leave the house so I could really sleep, the birds started going nuts. According to some study, boy birds try to out-sing their buddies just to be louder. Girl birds get loud when they're alone, but can hear other birds nearby. Much like lady humans, lady birds just want to hang out with someone. Also like their human counterparts, boy birds just want to be the loudest. I'm just happy to know that the birds weren't plotting to kill me and my little family. Have you seen that movie?

In other news, I measured the X-Man this morning after he came into the kitchen looking really tall. It's amazing how kids can do that. I think they really do grow overnight. I stood him up against the back of the laundry room door, where we record their heights sporadically, and found that he had grown five or six inches over the last year and a half or, as he said,"as much as my face when I was a baby."

Namsté, y'all.