Tag Archives: Birds & Bees

Our Garden

26 Mar

Our garden is a sanctuary of sorts for all the critters in the area. Birds flock to our place for bird seeds provided on a timely schedule, squirrels romp here hoping for the same fortune as the birds, and earthworms make a mess of the garden surface while having a galore underground. The smaller critters – the bees and caterpillars enjoy the nectar and leaves at their own pace without any disturbance. It is a very fertile and happy place.

Recently we spotted an injured squirrel from the kitchen window. Unfortunately, I was too slow with the phone to get a picture. The poor thing looked like it got scalded for its tail, and part of its face and body is missing some fur with the bare pink skin showing. The poor critter is constantly looking very frightened and wary of the surroundings and still surviving.

One day, hubby – out of pity – threw out a piece of bread for the injured squirrel to eat. It came around and sniffed at the bread, unsure what it was. It is evident bread is something that is not in the squirrel’s natural environment. It even sniffed at the surrounding plants, wondering if the bread fell off from one of the nearby potted plants.

We couldn’t wait for it to eat the offering and left for the office soon after. That night, when we got home, the bread is gone. I am assuming the squirrel ate it, and we have not seen it since. Hopefully, it gained some strength from the offered food and is recovering well. We have to keep a lookout for it to appear again.

Of Birds and Boobs

1 Aug

The girls always enjoyed the theory of how M2 came about. Whenever nostalgia hits, I would tell them that I always thought M2 was going to be a boy, simply because I was having pregnancy symptoms that differed from when I was carrying M1. It was typical to plan for a boy and a girl to complete the ideal Asian family unit.

But throughout the whole 9 months, I was coughing non-stop, it was so taxing on my body. I would shake and vibrate from top to toe when the coughing fits occur. When the day finally came for M2 to arrive, I’d like to believe the force and frequency of the coughing resulted in the little pecker dropping off and we have M2 as what she is instead.

Questions must be going through your minds whether we had scanned and determined the sex of the baby. Probably not…

It’s a bundle of joy nonetheless as I figured teaching two girls subsequently about the facts of life will be so much easier; after all, same sex, one lesson! Piece of cake.

Memory does not serve me well what I taught M1 when she hit puberty; I think I groveled through. As you know, M2 is 12 this year and just hitting puberty. With physical changes coming along, the birds and the bees lesson has to be revisited.

One night, M2 asked, “Mummy, if you have big boobies, they are called boobs, right?”

I nodded and mumbled, “Yep…”

“So I have small ones, do you call them the same?” my innocent child wanted to know.

M1, at the side, said, “No. Like ducks, small duckies are called ducklings, so your small boobies are booblings!”

!!!!!!…. Did I say that????