My grandmother name is Birdie, so it's only natural for me to think of them as my chicks.
|Look at this, Rose!|
Rose is our daughter's girl and Myles is our son's boy. Rose turned two in December and is nine months older than Myles.
Our busy chicks spent a week together at Rose's house. We were there for the last couple of days of the visit. Even when we arrived, I could tell Myles was still not completely at ease in his new environment.
But he really came out of his shell on the last day.
|May I, please?|
This is more typical of his personality—quietly reaching for a book and asking permission with his eyes.
|No more monkeys jumping on the bed!|
Rose, on the other hand, is constantly in motion...
|Thanks for the chicken book, Birdie and Geep. I really like it.|
until you give her a book. She loves to read...
|Safe in Geep's arms.|
and swim in the hotel pool with her Geep.
|I can do it all by myself.|
You could say she has a bit of an independent streak.
|It's not too heavy.|
And I believe you could even say it runs in the family.
Thank you, God, for our little chicks.
They're busy little people, but we wouldn't have it any other way.