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Tuesday is church bazaar day. Not every week, but often, I head off with Twinkle Toes to the town 30 minutes away where the church bazaar is open from 12:30-4:00. There is another used clothing store and a secondhand bookstore as well, so we do our thrifting rounds.

I started doing this semi-regularly on Tuesdays since I started maternity leave. For just about as long, I have noticed another woman and her daughter doing the same rounds as us. I’d run into her in the church bazaar, and later we’d run into each other at the NOVA store.

One time, oh, 6 months or so ago, the other baby girl was out of her stroller and crawling around on the ground. Twinkle Toes was seated in her stroller, staring at the other girl with an expression that can only be described as the baby equivalent to WTF? It appeared to dawn on her that it was possible to NOT be in a stroller while shopping, and this was a revelation, indeed. But I kept Twinkle Toes seated and attached. Aside from acknowledging each other, the woman and I never spoke — until this week.

As we’d already been through the church bazaar, Twinkle Toes was mighty fed up with being in her stroller by the time we got to the NOVA store. (I’m sure her wet diaper wasn’t helping matters.) So we were toodling around, looking at clothes for me, and dishes, saving the toys for last, when along comes the other woman and the other little girl. Oh, Twinkle Toes so badly wanted to get out of the stroller! The two girls were intent on looking at each other. Who is this curious other person who is the same size as me? They both seemed to be thinking. Feeling somewhat self-conscious about keeping Twinkle Toes in her seat, I decided I’d give her a chance to walk around, too.

What followed was magical:

Twinkle Toes stood up and the two girls stood facing each other for quite some time just looking at each other. TT looked a little confused about it at first, but the other girl had a perma-grin on her face. She came closer, and they sized each other up. Tentatively, TT reached out to touch Other Girl. She touched her dark hair. Her fingers went to Other Girl’s eyes and cheeks, but gently. TT took a couple of steps and OG followed, presenting herself and standing in TT’s trajectory as if to say “pay attention to me”. They kind of circled each other this way, facing each other, TT looking at me occasionally, but totally taken with OG. Then, slowly, gently, tenderly, TT reached toward OG with her hands on her shoulders and bent forward and gave her a hug. She gave her a kiss on the cheek, and a hug. This was repeated a few times, and a few times required some motherly support so the two didn’t topple. They did eventually plunk down on their bums — one by accident, the other to join her — and stood up together, and poked each other’s belly buttons, and tried to find their own belly buttons. Eventually, this became a game as one imitated the other, aware that they were communicating with their actions. They made very few sounds. TT tapped a plastic bag I had slung over the stroller handles. She grinned and laughed, and OG came over and did the same. Then TT laughed, and OG laughed. Then TT took OG’s hand, and they started walking (TT leading) through the aisle.

It was adorable and magical. They looked at the necklaces together, they imitated each other with putting them on, and took hands and walked some more.

I’ve never seen something like this before!

OG is two weeks older than TT, who is 15 months old. Unfortunately I didn’t have any way to take a picture of their hugs and new friendship. But I’m hoping to see them again next week, and I’d like to give OG’s mom my phone number. Maybe a play date?

As I type this, TT is in bed — has been for 2 hours now — and has woken up already 3 times. With a stuffy nose. Is it too early to start blaming her friends? Yeah, I’m saying it’s all OGs fault. She had a runny nose on Tuesday. Now Twinkle Toes is all stuffed up. I’m totally placing the blame. 😉

 

 

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Casa Cat Creek has been home to a number of critters over the years. Not all of them have been welcome guests, but every year I am thrilled to see the robins return to nest. We find evidence of them all around the property: nests blown down by the wind, fragile remnants of the eggs, and, of course, we hear and see the birds. Two of the nests are very close to the house and see repeat business. Does anyone know the mating and nesting habits of robins? Is it likely to be the same couple returning every year? squatters? the babies? This is something I will investigate.

One of the nests is in the carport, just above where I park my motorcycle. Right now, it looks like this:

The other is right next to the front door. I don’t see any babies in it, but over the past few weeks there has been lots of action with mommy and daddy coming and going. Every time I’d open the door, the parents would fly out of the nest, perch on a branch of the tree in front, and loudly proclaim their displeasure. It was very clear to me that they were warning me to stay away from their babies.

Yesterday, I found one of the younger birds — I think from the carport nest — on the window ledge of our mudroom entrance. It kept trying to fly out through the window, and kept landing back on the ledge as it hit glass. So, (city girl that I am) I donned my gardening gloves, and attempted to scoop the bird up and orient it towards where there actually is an opening. Rupert does this very well with his bare hands, but I am still irrationally worried about things like rabies and bites. I know, I know… not rational.

I was too chicken to properly scoop the bird, but I managed to usher it in the right direction as it made these little attempts at flying, and eventually got itself to the open driveway, where not far off mommy and daddy squawked at me angrily.

Here he is:

 

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