Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

For some reason, they just love hurting my Joshy...

Yesterday, it was Kaius' turn to pull Josh's hair. He was standing up on the crib and Kaius was trying to move him from there. I caught the hand out of his hair. Josh was holding on and keeping his stand, but crying to high heaven. I put Kaius in time out and comforted the baby. He stopped his crying after a good bit and started talking at Kaius and I had to laugh. He was rebuking his friend and letting him know that he would not get out until the bell rang. He had gotten the raw end of the deal in pain, but he knew that justice was going to make his friend pay for the pain he had endured and this had stopped his crying, even at 9 months old. How can we show them that through out life? Bless these youngsters to know You early, Lord, Amen.
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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