- Catherine Irwin
- Perth, WA, Australia
- Hi friends. To those I have met in person and the many I haven't - welcome to our nest. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am a mama of six baby birds and wife to one papa bird. Our nest is an intricately woven home, crafted over time, through the highs and lows of life, and many in-betweens. We are soon to leave our Australian nest to re-locate to our second home, the UK. This is our story, of our new life in a new country, the trials and tribulations, bidding goodbye to precious friends and embracing new. I know at times, our wings will be flapping so hard to keep us moving forward that we will tire, however, a little perseverence will bring effortless gliding amongst a soft breeze, and even stronger wings for the journey ahead. Welcome to our flight......
Saturday, 23 October 2010
The Spit Trail ...
You know what has been on my mind lately? Babies!! Not more of them but our twin girls, numbers five and six, for us.
They are moving about. Fast! One is crawling and one is hoovering the floor (commando style). We call her 'the slug'. She is number one, fatty twin.
Now, number two, skinny twin. Teenie, tiny, little pixie girl, is nearly walking. A strong breeze would blow her over but that doesn't deter her from wanting, needing, to be vertical, most of the time. But she is so small! My heart aches as I watch her rush everywhere and get into everything. Why can't they just stay little for a wee bit longer?
Twin two, has a problem. Namely, very, very, poor 'spit control'. She drools and slobbers like I have never seen before or likely will again. The amount of secretions that poor from her mouth are absolutely astounding. I can't even cuddle her properly without her practically slipping from my hands with her goo.
I so love it in the morning when I dress her all clean and fresh, and for a moment, she stays that way, until she opens her mouth and out it all comes, in globules, streams and great big showers of the stuff.
She leaves a pools of spit wherever she goes. Just like a snail and its silver trail, there goeth twin two and her massive fluid excretions.
At the end of day she is like a slimy, wet, cold and damp creature, akin to a frog, and with about as much energy as one as she bounds about everywhere.
I keep wondering when all this spit will dry up, but so far it shows no sign of abating.
Twin number one on the other hand, HAS NO SPIT AT ALL. Small mercies!
And thank goodness for that. Otherwise we would all be drowning in the stuff and smell like mini sewers.