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Had some requests for mp3s of Athie (*wink*). Couldn't get them in mp3 format, but here are some videos!

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It's a lovely Tuesday morning. I have an hour before I have to get ready for school. The sun is shining. The weather is beautiful. Music is playing... I have some work to do before I go. Usually my sliding door would be open, so I could appreciate the beauty of the morning.

It's not today. Why?

Because there exist in my house two terrorists of the feathered nature. And lately, they have been *driving me crazy.* They think being on Mom is better than being *anywhere else in the whole world.* Mom does not agree. When I put them on the patio to play, they fly in through the open sliding door and onto my head. Sophie usually says, "Hi! HI!" And then proceeds to chew on my hair. I like my hair. This isn't endearing. When I finally get her off of my head, she searches desparately for buttons, zippers, bra straps, anything to chew on mom. Failing that, she examines her options on the desk--mouse wire, books, pens. She's very resourceful, ignoring completely the $100 worth of toys I spent last month trying to find *other, better, parrot-related* things to play with. Not interested.

After Soph lands on me, Ath's usually not too far behind. She isn't quite as graceful in flight, more dive-bombing and tumbling into whatever she's aiming for. But she gets there, and that's all that matters to her. She immediately goes for the fake plant on my desk. I usually wouldn't mind, but, well, I'm tired of vacuuming 3x/day b/c I can't stand the floor to be messy while I'm working! Failing the plant, she works on chewing through binders, books, papers... the more expensive-looking and irreplaceable, the tastier.

Sometimes I try to put them in their cages. They should learn to play alone, right? Problem is the guilt. Truthfully, they play alone a good 3 days/week--all day. They're experts. The other problem is Soph. I've trained her to "knock" politely when she wants out. And when I'm in the room, she wants out. So she knocks. incessantly. And I'm afraid she'll unlearn knocking and resort to screaming. (Or I'll resort to screaming if I listen to knockknockknock incessently for hours.)

So they are outside. And they show their disdain for not being allowed in by landing on the white trellis that's lying against the door. Or by landing on James's orchids, right in front of the trellis, and chewing them to bits, all the while glaring at me. "If you'd just let us in, this wouldn't be a problem."

Ah well. My terrorists aka the feathered mob. 

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Back by request... ;) (Thanks for the inspiration!)

Here are some parrot pics. 

The white background doesn't work as well for Soph as it does for Ath. I need to find a different color I think. Ah well... There's my pen-faced Sophie girl!
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Dear Athena and Sophia,

Mommy and Daddy have come to the realization that between the two of you, the very worst years of raising children are fully represented, namely the Terrible Twos and the teen years.

Sophia, you are doing an excellent service to our future children by training us in the arts of raising a two year old. You are perfectly adorable as you dissemble Mommy's favorite and most expensive necklace. The decorative marks you leave on Daddy's X-Box cords as you chew, and the subsequent utter expression of innocence and shock when we scramble over furniture, cats, and shoes to separate you from that most very important wire, is priceless.

Athena, your moodiness recalls to mind teenage years with a daughter. You have a knack for being simultaneously needy and utterly spiteful. The combination you have developed of informing Mommy that you want babyfood by both crying pitifully in Sophia's tone, and then biting my hand is quite unique. Just a little note--Sophia doesn't bite when she's needy, she just cries, and it works very well for getting her way because it's very baby-like. Biting me does not inspire sympathy. Further--being offended because Mommy extends her hand to help you out of the various predicaments in which you find your awkward and clumsy little self is not going to work. Mommy means well, and is trying to help. You don't need to bite and then reflect that, oh yes, you do need some assistance--and then whistle pitifully begging mommy to re-extend the injured digit. At that point Mommy usually believes you deserve to figure it out yourself.

Also, Athena, there are rules in this house. I know you would like to pretend you are the Supreme Rule Maker--all teenagers do. However, Mommy is the Supreme Rule Maker. There will be days when you do need to wake up before 10am, because Mommy has to go to work and put you in your cage. Please don't be grouchy for the following two days because I make you come out from under the bedsheets before noon.

Girls--Mommy and Daddy love you both very, very much. You have added unexpressable fun and joy to our lives, and we can't even imagine a day without you. If we could work on being less moody (Ath) and less, well, TWO (Soph) things will run a bit more smoothly!

Kisses and peanuts!

Mommy and Daddy

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I took some pictures of Sophie and Athie on the patio this afternoon. They were so cute! (That is, until Athena nipped poor Sophie's toe and then bit me. She went into Time Out for the rest of the afternoon until J got home and rescued her :)

These are mostly Athie pics because I have so many of Soph I wanted some pretties of Athie.
Pictures! )
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I organized all of my pictures in photobucket last night, which means I lost all the direct links. I'm going to go back and organize some of htem, but not all of htem, so I'm putting my basic favorite parrot pics here, and then i'll take care of the rest. 

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Here are some pics of Sophie and Athena!


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June 2010



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