Saturday, February 9, 2013

against all odds

You may remember back in Nov. that A. got a new pet, Jewel.  For weeks, she loved it so much that she would carry it around the house, drop it on the floor, and almost step on it.  She would leave it on the counter, shelves, and even on the oven.  K. would wake up in the morning and say, "Jew" and run over to the cage.  He would spin it on the table until he located the little withering away pest.  So, the poor thing was living in a constant state of being bruised, lost, and dizzy.

Then we moved.  Jewel was loaded in my car and left there.  I am the culprit of forgetting the pet.  I forgot her for about a week.  When I finally brought the dried dirt into the house, we couldn't find Jewel.  I guess that she knew that though we had a funny way of showing it, we loved Jewel.  Because, in spite of our lack of care, this little caterpillar formed a cocoon in the corner of her borrowed cage.  So, we set her up near a window and checked in on her every once in awhile.

Then, we went on vacation and left her at home.  We came back and Jewel was fluttering in her cage.  Against all odds, the wooley caterpillar became a moth.




When A. took her out of the cage, she didn't fly.  She said, "her wings are just stuck, Mommy."  I don't know if she was right, but they put little Jewel on a bush.  Then later, Jewel was gone.  We choose to think that Jewel flew away.  I don't know if that is truly what happened, but that is what we will believe.  


Good luck Jewel.  Fly far!!

Thursday, February 7, 2013

icks

Besides the "wawa", K.'s other new love is fire.  He knows not to touch the fire and pretty much says "hot" constantly while it is going, but if he does not have fire, he is not happy.  It started on vacation when Pappy kept us heated by the fire for the entire weekend.  It probably helped that we had hot chocolate and roasted  s'mores. 



 Since we got home, his first stop is our little, teeny, tiny wood pile.  He says, "eeck" repetitively and stacks each little log until it is as high as him. Then he pulls them back down onto the floor.  As soon as daddy get's home, he is running back and forth from the fire place to the garage until he gets some wood.  He knows where the lighter is kept but, fortunately, not how to start it.



My little country boy is fitting in so well at his new home.