Archive for March, 2013

Cool Bugs By Kai: a Fuzzy Moth

Cool Bugs By Kai: a Fuzzy Moth

Brace yourselves. We find so many sweet (crazy, huge, different) bugs that are worth sharing, that you'll be seeing lots of them on here. Here's one: a fuzzy head moth. So cool that Kai had to run inside and find my sunglasses to look at it. ;)


Kai with a gaggle of girls. All the attention is overwhelming sometimes, but today he's eating it up. (And look how well trained he is to stop and pose when the camera comes out! Lol.)
Snow Lions and Smooches

Snow Lions and Smooches

A special day with traditional dance performances here at JG. Kai LOVED the snow lion dance. He was quite disappointed to be whisked into the prayer hall, only to find kids coming out of the furry costumes. But he came back with a lipstick-smooched face, courtesy of one of the other dancers, so it couldn't have been all bad. :)

The Double Life

~ by Don Blanding ~

How very simple life would be
If only there were two of me
A Restless Me to drift and roam
…A Quiet Me to stay at home.
A Searching One to find his fill
Of varied skies and newfound thrill
While sane and homely things are done
By the domestic Other One.

And that’s just where the trouble lies;
There is a Restless Me that cries
For chancy risks and changing scene,
For arctic blue and tropic green,
For deserts with their mystic spell,
For lusty fun and raising Hell,

But shackled to that Restless Me
My Other Self rebelliously
Resists the frantic urge to move.
It seeks the old familiar groove
That habits make. It finds content
With hearth and home — dear prisonment,
With candlelight and well-loved books
And treasured loot in dusty nooks,

With puttering and garden things
And dreaming while a cricket sings
And all the while the Restless One
Insists on more exciting fun,
It wants to go with every tide,
No matter where–just for the ride.
Like yowling cats the two selves brawl
Until I have no peace at all.

One eye turns to the forward track,
The other eye looks sadly back.
I’m getting wall-eyed from the strain,
(It’s tough to have an idle brain)
But One says “Stay” and One says “Go”
And One says “Yes,” and One says “No,”
And One Self wants a home and wife
And One Self craves the drifter’s life.

The Restless Fellow always wins
I wish my folks had made me twins.

Making Friends

Just some low-key playing with rocks and a new friend. I think little Tharpa is 8+ months older than Kai. Holy smokes we have a giant!