Reflections 5/12/2020: Ed and I are having birth pangs to coerce our kids to produce some grandchildren.  We know we are not alone in this, so I searched the internet for an identifiable syndrome of parents longing for grandkids. Nothing came up, so Ed and I coined our own phrase…. “Butt-in-ski Syndrome. A condition of obnoxious, poorly placed admonitions, (sometimes verging on shaming), launched at grown children to get with the program and produce offspring!” Yep, that fits! We are practicing our grand parenting skills on a Shih Tzu puppy, which is wonderful, but not quite the genetic match we long for. Our birdhouse has attracted a male House Wren, who is singing his heart out for a female to join him. Ed and I are his greatest cheering squad! It is ridiculous how invested we have become in his dating success! I think it is the “Butt-in-ski Syndrome” leaking out! Longing to see those little beaks poking out of their birdhouse as they put dad and mom through the wringer to keep the food coming! Sooo cute! Sooo hopeful of the next generation launching into life! So our “Butt-in-ski Syndrome” has reduced us to bird watchers… ornithologists! Not a bad thing, but still not the genetic match we long for! So we are living on a wing and a prayer!