January 5, 2010
Vow to self: No child of mine shall suffer from . Now that I鈥檓 sitting here, a mom, I can鈥檛 help but think about how I want my little boy鈥攕till wet behind the ears from his 4 am delivery earlier today鈥攖o learn about birds. Even here through our hospital window we can see bald eagles (recovered from the brink of extinction since the time when I was born) are flying against the backdrop of a gorgeous, cleaner-by-the-day .
I ask my parents, the visiting grandparents: 鈥Will you bring us a pair of binoculars on your next visit, please?鈥
Of course, they say. And they do.
January 6, 2010
鈥淗oney, when we get home, will you help me set up some bird feeders by the kitchen window? (I don鈥檛 ask for much. Wink, wink.)
You might be surprised to learn that despite being married to , I have no bird feeders. (Partly due to what I call, jokingly, the 鈥渟hoe makers children鈥 syndrome,鈥 and partly out of practicality; We have always tried to lure birds to our yard by planting native trees, shrubs, and perennials, because none of these attract mice or rats that might move into our basement鈥攐r worse.)
January 21, 2010
Now that we are settling into a routine here at home, we are beginning to think about those feeders. Fortunately, we know what we will need.
Another vow: We will follow these tips sketched out by some serious pros in the very pages of t
And if we decide to get really high-tech, we will add a , and some for the I'm planning on buying before returning to work. That way baby, dad, and I will always be in touch with each other (and the birds).
As I sign off, I can't help but get a little sentimental: Not only are we lucky to be starting the New Year with a healthy, happy, wonderful new baby boy. But we are also starting the year out right, with high hopes for many more good things to come in 2010. Some will even have wings.
Happy New Year.
All My Best,
Rene Ebersole
Features Editor