Hi, my name is Chatters

Meet Chatters.

Meet Chatters the Penguin

Chatters was given to me from a friend when my dad died 8 years ago. I hung on to it for some reason until now, and it’s a good thing. In the past 3 weeks, Chatters and Sacha have become best friends.

Sacha and his best friend, Chatters

Sacha, in his infinite toddler wisdom, has taken to teaching his penguin friend many things. When they first acquainted themselves, Sacha came to get me from the kitchen, where I was cooking/eating/marfing down the rest of my birthday cake, and brought me to the bathroom, where Chatters was apparently going “ca-ca” (french for poop). Chatters was bum-immersed in the toilet.

When I then tossed Chatters into the dryer (the toilet was clean), Sacha stayed vigil, turning his head around and around for 20 minutes until Chatters emerged, relatively unscathed.

The next day, Sacha taught Chatters about cleanliness: I was showering, Sacha was playing.  I hear him call “mama”, turn around, see his grinning face, and find Chatters behind me, soaking up my soapy rinse water.

Chatters and the dryer partied it up.

Sacha then got sick.  Chatters became his de facto snot-rag confidante.  The sheer volume of snot and phlegm that Chatters endured surely sealed their fate as soul mates forever.

Now there is just the matter of giving Chatters a real bath (washing machine) without Sacha jumping in after him.


On a different note, thanks for the nice comments and concerns over my being sick.  Sacha’s pneumonia was passed to me in the form of a wicked cough and cold.  I couldn’t sleep from coughing and wheezing, I was using my husband’s ventolin multiple times a day just to get a decent breath.  Add to that the fact that every time I coughed, I peed.  Brilliant. I saw the doctor, who told me that I just have to ride it out, both the peeing and the coughing.  So now I am still fighting the cold, but at least the cough is mostly gone.  Sacha is doing good, too.  The medicine worked wonders for him.  I wouldn’t know, personally…damn pregnant drug-boycott.


6 thoughts on “Hi, my name is Chatters

  1. So glad your feeling a little better. It is so tough to be sick and pregnant.
    I think it is so cute that Sacha and Chatters have bonded, poor guys get wet often, but penquins love water.

  2. Ok, so since you have two Kristas who comment (two Kristas with a ‘K’? unbelievable!), I’ve had to change my WordPress name to Krista Grothoff. go me 🙂

    Anyway, like anyone cares. Just wanted to wish you a happy 33-weeks, send comfort for the illness, and most of all, say yet again that Sacha is just übercute 🙂

  3. that was like the cutest EVER! I miss that stage. I think. I like that they can make their own breakfast now and I don’t have to get up on Sat morning. It’s quite handy.

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