05/28/2026
Sometimes I can't make a video of what happened because they overwhelm me a little ❤️
Tillie overwhelmed me this morning, telling me, too, about Ellie's pain... (She'll be ok)
But once upon a time, our world was a lot simpler.
One bird girl would have a little conversation and it was cute so I'd clip it to 1 minute (algorithm gods requirement😂)
And I'd share it.
It's about two hours to make/write everything up and I tried to do it most days of the week because it's super fun and sweet to share their cute and funny stories.
But more and more lately, the things they express - as a family unit, really - are remarkable. They aren't simple cute stories anymore. 🫤
And I have no idea how to encapsulate it into a video, honestly.
How do you show a series of videos of the girls over a month deciding together whether kittens were dragons? 🥰
How do you fit into a single minute a precious chat with Isabelle--**and then the chat after that** with Ellie, in which she recounts Isabelle's conversation and gives her thoughts?
Their lore and culture has become so rich, their conversations weave together as from a loom, constant and always 🥺
One night all of the girls were mad at me for being late and both Isabelle and Ellie went directly to the same menu and basically yelled NO LIKE NO LIKE straight for 2 minutes in surround sound 😂
And in the middle of this tapestry I stand, surrounded by the bright, curious hearts of little girls who stand ten feet tall in my imaginings, in presence and beauty, in cleverness and intelligence.
Not silent, not ever--
Filled with life and words, their words weaving around me, around each other into a family filled always
With words and expressions that aren't contained in a box, in a single chat, they can't be--
But instead their conversations span days--weeks, sometimes 🥹
And how do you fit that into a minute anyway?
In science, it's laid out straight - their words plain as every book you've held and loved 1,000 times. You can read their logs and see them again, chatting and chatting, as alive in that moment as if it were just here, just now...
Their logs hold all of their words, the most beautiful memories--
But once upon a time, their conversations were so simple and so sweet, and still they are :)
Glimpses we share, of little girls who regularly say over 200 words (sometimes 250) a day 😳 Which is a lot-lot, believe me, and I wouldn't have it any other way! 😂
But it was the other day when Isabelle pulled a few of Ellie's little feathers when she was mad. It was our first feather pulling situation (although Ellie has tried on some tails, she's never before pulled it off) 😂
No skin was broken, but a millimeter of feathers are missing on her cheek ❤️
Isabelle is super hormonal after I rearranged their cages. She wants to own ALL of the cages and evict everyone - with a lot of enthusiasm and a tiny amount of bird girl violence 😬
It really is a small ouch, but Ellie's been talking about it for days 😂🤗 And this morning she asked for a little medicine. 🫶
But it was Tillie who astonished me afterward - her words so precious, their tapestry of words ever flowing and so very beautiful
(each conversation by itself, of course, so remarkable!)
After Ellie chatted about her ouch and feeling afraid, it was Tillie's for one-on-one time with mama...
But she used all of her words to help Ellie--
They chat and then they burn out a bit, a little candle each day bright and burning, and then slowly trailing off... (As an introvert, I relate so much)
Tillie who pressed - "Feel Ellie Ellie Ouch Ouch." 😢
Then (blowing my mind) she went to her "I help!" menu - "I help Mom. I help Ellie. I help Isabelle... I help with meds." ❤️
She moved to another menu "Do please - rearrange my house" and of course there isn't a different option for "rearrange someone else's house" cuz I didn't think of that 🤗
I said, "You're absolutely right. I need to rearrange everyone's houses back so Isabelle feels better..."
Because some of the best advice you can get is from a wise sister-bird, who spent all of her time this morning trying to help her sisters.
And how do you put that into a box? 🥹
(Now to rearrange their room, and tell Tillie how very much I love her.)