Bunny Wishes

I was on the phone with my mama while she was babysitting Nathan and Justin. In the middle of our conversation, Nathan urgently ran to his Gee-gee with a very important request. I heard: mumble, jumble “bunny.” My mom broke away to say to Nathan, “What’s that, honey?” Again, I heard: garble, farble “bunny.” Trying to clarify his words, my mom asked Nathan, “You want a bunny?” As though he were simply agreeing to her brilliant suggestion, he very clearly replied, “Okay.”

Good luck with that, Mama!

Love,
Dawn

Stripey

We have a cat with a striped tail who has a particular fondness for our stripey chair. The chair was a cheap find from a thrift store because of a little stain and a few dangling threads, but its classic shape and green and yellow stripes drew me to it despite its flaws. I worried that the armlessness of the chair wouldn't yield comfort to a sitter, but Max has found great comfort on it and that makes me glad.



Stripe-ily,
Dawn

Web Designer

Based off the title, you may have been expecting to see a slouched figure at a computer, sporting, perhaps, a gel-enhanced head of spiky hair and a screen-printed tee, but no. Instead I present to you a web designer of a different sort--a web designer in its most original meaning. The one I'm about to show you, though, does have some spikes of her own, indeed.


This is a type of orb spider--a spined micrathena. Her remarkably symmetrical web and her strong work ethic entranced me and pulled me over like gravity. I, too, could be trapped in her web if I'm not careful.

Back in August of 2007 while we hiked in a state park in Illinois, we came across this busy spider. I snapped away, completely enthralled with her beautiful work and her ability to make something so much larger than herself so intricately and so perfect. Captivated and almost as busy as she, I noticed that there was something unproportionally large on her back. Was she carrying her wrapped up prey while she wove her web? What could it be? I've assumed all along that she was hauling something with her, or perhaps a parasite was using her as a life source.

Whatever was on her back, it didn't seem to be slowing her down, but it certainly did weigh her down.

As we rediscovered these pictures, we realized that the bulbous black "attachment" was really a part of the spider and in no way was a parasite or any sort of hoarding behavior of her food. It was the spider's HUGE, spiny abdomen.

This discovery, nearly three years later, led to a flurry of research! If you're curious, you can read more about this type of spider on a less sticky web:

• Click here and scroll down to "Orb Weaver Spiders (Araneidae)".
• Click here for one other interesting site which shows other spiders of the type also photographed in the wilderness of Illinois.
  
• Finally, this site has loads of facts about this type of spider.

That's just a small taste of what's out there. The pictures on the sites above are incredible! I'll have to invest in a macro lens some day that would allow me to get a bit closer to these intriguing small critters...if I can!


I read that the she-spider will keep the frame of her home/nest/trap/artwork from day-to-day but ingest the inner silky threads every night to sustain her and then she'll rebuild the central orb each morning. Every day with a fresh new web, she'll wait for prey to entangle themselves in her sticky trap. Comfortingly, I read that this type of spider rarely bites humans and if it does bite, it would be similar to getting a bee sting. That's good to know, but I'm sure those intimidating spines probably aid in the arachnid's survival a little bit, don't you think?

I've never seen a spider like this in Arizona. What a treat it is to remember the woodland creature building her multi-functional home in such a nonchalant manner. She seemed so at ease, I imagine her humming as she weaves, carelessly glancing up at me with a few of her eight eyes every now and then. She apparently paid no attention to me as I hunkered close to her creation--as close as I could possibly get with my lens before I couldn't focus any more. She never retreated, never crouched in a threatening pose. I'm used to shier spiders that dash or cave into themselves when they realize I'm near (if I dare). Had I realized those were large spines on her hiney, though, I would have probably felt a little less bold. But it's a strange affect that spiders have on me--especially talented weaving ones. I gravitate to them and want to document their artistry, but unfortunately, I also am very susceptible to the heebiejeebies. However, I think I got more squirmy looking at these pictures close up on my computer screen just now compared to how I felt as I stood beside her in a damp, dark wood. I was amazed there in the forest as I orbited her web and examined it from all angles. I was witnessing a marvel; a little bit of magic.

Entrapped,
Dawn

Loveseat

In December we picked out a new couch for our living room, but because we choose a custom material that is so tightly woven, our cat's claws, theoretically, shouldn't be able to pierce through it (fingers-crossed!), it was going to take six to eight weeks before it would be ready to adorn our small living room. So, here's our sitting arrangement as it has been for the last several weeks:


But this weekend we were able to pick up our new loveseat (which appropriately is red).


And here it is from the front...almost heart-shaped, don't you think?


And I do love sitting in it!

Happy Sitting,
Dawn

Max's Scratches

We are getting a new couch soon and knowing Max's affinity to stretch his toes on the sturdy structure of a big piece of furniture, we have been trying to train our cat to use other sources to satisfy his clawing urges. We've been giving him treats whenever he scratches on acceptable posts and we have a squirt bottle ready to fire should he choose something not appropriate. The only problem is that we don't have much right now that's not okay to claw on, so he hasn't gotten many doses of streaming water attacking him, and whenever he does claw something he shouldn't, he just flops over in a furry heap before we can negatively reinforce that bad-cat behavior.

In the picture above, Max is relaxing on the edge of his very own emery board, given to him by my mom. (Thanks, Mama!) It's specifically designed to help keep those sharp claws in a little duller shape. We also have a special pair of little kitty-claw scissors to trim those pointy daggers--and that's always a fun process we're still trying to master! No matter how much Max enjoys a good grooming session though, I wouldn't have thought he would be so happy to have an emery board or that he would even use it! He doesn't know the emery board's true purpose, you see. He thinks the texture is just awesome and that it has the amazing, magical ability to produce cat nip! He and the emery board are now quite good friends.

,,,,
Dawn

Hair Raising

This is what happened after Nathan went rolling and bouncing off the walls, couches, and carpet.

I patted and smoothed down the static-infused hair and then...


...this is what happened right after that.

Luckily,
Auntie Dawn

Justin's Slumber Shoot

During one of Justin's many naps, his mama dressed him in some adorable stripes and we positioned him carefully so I could photograph my newest nephew in all his pliable, cuddly cuteness.

Happily, he treated us with a smile! I like to think he smiled because of me, but I know better. However, I most definitely smiled because of him.


Justin's profile is much like his brother's was two years ago...just adorable.


Justin's lips look like a kiss. Or could he possibly have been dreaming of lemonade?

I can't help but nudge in as close as I possibly can to his darling features until I can no longer keep focus. He's just so sweet. Sleep, little boy. Don't mind me.

Will his hurricane-like, swirly cowlick remain? I'll keep checking.

And then he awoke. Hello there, baby! Maybe he heard my one hundredth-or-so shutter click.

Click, click!
Auntie Dawn