Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Friday, November 20, 2015

Are they fighting for attention? Pulling hair and pinching, etc.

The babies are going through another season of fighting. I thought we had gone through this already. Kara found her bite and bit her best friend on the finger.{it didn't help that friend stuck her finger in her mouth} Those girls...{exasperation!} I took Kara's shoes off as if to say, "you are going to nap time early!" She cried for a moment and then Kaius, who was also in time out, grabbed her hair and pulled a big chunk out. Oh dear, more than exasperated. It was exactly the same spot that my dear baby girl had lost her hair. I was simply outdone, now it was really nap time,but not for Kara, she got a dance moment for her pain. Even though she didn't really cry about it. I was almost crying. Will they ever stop bumping into each other? There is some relationship between pulling hair and love, I think. This doesn't happen everyday...Go figure? Bubbles calmed them down some...
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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09