Run Along and Play, Don’t Mind Me…

… it’s a mother’s joy just to watch. I’ll just sit here quietly on this bench, and think about what sweet children you are, and how I was in labor for eight hours, and how I gave up a career as a systems analyst, and how I used to have a waistline, and…

Photo credit: Mondmann



  1. marthava says:

    Apparently, he’s not having any probs finding food.

  2. marthava says:

    Heh….I meant “she.”

  3. Silent Breeze says:

    Mama Squirrlione is all like, “Where’s my bambini, huh?”

  4. carolina says:

    Excuse me, I believe this is a Mother Squirrel
    who may not have had her babies yet………

  5. I used to have a Handbook on How To Be a Jewish Mother that described behavior just like this. 🙂 (being a jewish mother requires neither being jewish nor a mother; it’s a state of mind :p)

  6. Look at her little nippies!! You need to get in your nest, cuz you’re about to pop!

  7. AnnieStuart says:

    Yenta squirrel sits primly on the park bench and scowls at all the young hussies in their short skirts. tsk tsk.

  8. Welshgrrl says:

    I love the fastidiously folded front paws.

  9. Janet in Cambridge says:

    In the very early hours of a quiet Saturday morning years ago, I watched a momma squirrel showing her youngster how to cross the street and climb a tree. Junior was a little distracted by everything else and momma kept crossing and re-crossing the street until he made it to the other side. She was the picture of patience.

  10. NTMTOM – you nailed perfectly the thought bubble going on with that body language. made me giggle

  11. cafegrrl says:

    Oh, those paws are adorable!

  12. @Caitlin, a brilliant book! The maximum distance one of your offspring can live from you = The time it takes for a lamb chop to defrost in your purse. 😆

  13. PS, NTMTOM, Labor for eight hours!!!? First of all, that’s PER KID, EACH of which she CARRIED in her BODY for NINE MONTHS. Then pushed each out of her BODY, with NO EPIDURAL, mind you, she wanted to BE AWAKE EVERY MINUTE. Oh wait, they don’t give squirrels epidurals. And squirrels’ gestation is about 44 days. 😛 And baby squirrels pretty much just pop out. Never mind. 😛

  14. BStrange says:

    Love the caption, the ka-FOUFFF! tail, and the “tsk tsk” and “a little distracted by everything else” comments. Hee. Also, what and whose book is this? Inquiring former Hamster Mother, Kitten Mother, Baby Bird Mother, Bunny Mother, Goat Mother, etc. ad squeakum., would like to know!

  15. How I used to not be sticky more often then clean and when I thought crap was only a swear word……..aww the joys of motherhood

  16. I shall call you ChubbyLumpkins

  17. victoreia says:

    ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!! Hovertext just puts the icing on the cake!

  18. skippymom says:

    Ha ha, I have the Jewish Mother book in front of me right now! The rule about the lamb chop is on page 61!
    “To compute the Maximum Allowable Distance, or M.A.D., multiply the speed in miles per hour of existing transportation to the new location by the amount of time in hours it takes for a frozen lambchop to defrost in your purse”

    [How To Be A Jewish Mother: A Very Lovely Training Manual, by Dan Greenburg, published 1964]

  19. Mrs. Capers says:

    @Theresa – If they did give epidurals to squirrels, would they be episquirrels? Squirreldurals?

  20. BStrange says:

    I just read some reader reviews. Conclusion: I need to read this sometime. My own much-loved “Stereotypical Jewish Mother” is neither my mother nor Jewish, but it’s already sounding like this was her main training manual… 😀

  21. BStrange says:

    I like episquirrels. *nod nod*

    And skippymom: …This may amuse: I realize I’d sent that without the intended “thank you for the info!”, and immediately felt guilt rays radiate from my “S.J.M.” from over 100 miles away. I’m well-trained, apparently!

  22. skippymom says:

    BStrange, have you used the lamb chop formula to calculate whether you are allowed to live over 100 miles away from your S.J.M.??

  23. MoonCatty says:

    Little mama squirrlio has that intensity that comes from caring for several youngin’s, all of which have ADD. She needs to keep her strength up, so get her walnuts and avocado slices stat!

    Love the little hands clutched tightly in anticipation… this gets an immediate “Aaawww!” from me. 🙂

  24. Martha in Washington says:

    BTW, Catholic moms make pretty good Jewish Mothers too. Oh the guilt…!
    “No, you go ahead and buy that new sweater. My shoes will last another 6 months if I duct tape them.”

  25. BStrange says:

    Nope! I moved in the wintertime though, so I should be okay. Hmm, might need to recalculate in the June warmth… 😀

  26. Mike, this is a picture of a squirrel and yet you bring this sense of tragedy/comedy that apparently crosses national borders and erases racial (& species) differences .

    Apparently playing the guilt card is universal.

  27. skippymom says:

    Squirrel rack?

  28. This Sweet Skwerlio Mommeh is the mirror-image of me when my kids were little; and actually still pretty much describes me today. I never laid guilt trips on them though, because I had a horror doing that to my kids, having been subjected to them in my own childhood…….today, all one of my kids has to do is tell me about a HUGE problem in their life, and there I am, standing there, wringing my hands, just like the skwerlio, and making tsk tsk noises……. 🙄

  29. awww the poor thing! She looks hungry and pregnant. I would give her a peanut if she was in my yard 🙂

  30. In my yard the monologue would be: Peanuts, now. Keep em coming or the pansy gets offed. Again.

  31. Hon Glad says:

    No dear, I’ll wait here while my bunions crucify me and my sciatica throbs down my leg.

  32. Mama squirrel looks worried because this is her kid:

  33. caitlin says:

    yay Theresa and Skippymom! I’m glad someone else has read that book.

    I no longer have my copy, I gave it to a Colombian friend from college who also had a Jewish Mother. 🙂

  34. skippymom says:

    Caitlin, I will confess I’d never heard of the book until you mentioned it–I work in a library, we happen to have a copy, and I went and took it from the shelf.

  35. BStrange says:

    Methinks a certain spammer needs a taste of the ban stick today.

  36. caitlin says:

    @skippymom, awesome! Handy that 🙂 My mom works at a library too.

  37. ViolaDeLesseps says:

    Mama, what ravishingks toesies you have!

  38. I love the way rodents hold their paws in that polite position!

  39. CatViccer says:

    I dunno, every time I see a squirrelio holding their hands like that they seem like they should all be British and saying “kind suh, if you don’t mind a bit, a tasty nut just might be loverly.”


  41. Heather and the Boston Terriers says:

    I am despondent and sad to know there is a book written about me before I was born. I am a Jewish mother to ALL DOGS, especially my own. *sigh*

    I’ve ruined them haven’t I? Scarred them for life? They will want a different mother, won’t they?

    {I should avoid trying to get a copy of that book, despite it being about me.} 🙂

  42. When I’m in labor I’m going to request an episquirrel.

  43. Squirrel story time.

    My friends and I used to frequent a little cafe in a nearby neighborhood. Like many cafes, they had an outdoor area with tables & chairs. This particular cafe was also surrounded with an old-fashioned cast iron fence, separated by evenly-spaced red-brick posts.

    I was there one sunny afternoon with a friend, sharing an order of freshly-made pretzels which always arrived at the table in a bowl, shiny with butter and liberally dusted with Parmesan cheese.

    Well, my friend had stepped inside for a moment, leaving me outside with the last pretzel. Naturally, I tore into it like a starved hog when a bit of movement from the fence line caught my eye. It was a remarkably chubby and very curious little grey squirrel.

    Showing no fear at all, the squirrel bounded down from the fence and across the patio, where it sat about two meters away and stared expectantly at me. “All right, little fella,” I said, and tore off a substantial piece of pretzel. “I’ll give you something to brighten your day.” I swiped the chunk of bread around in the butter, let it drip a moment, then tossed it lightly to the chubby squirrel.

    You have not seen ecstasy on an animal’s face like that squirrel showed when it picked up that pretzel. In less than three seconds, that fat little booger snatched the piece of bread and shot to the top of one of those red brick posts, where it sat back on its haunches and greedily consumed the entire chunk.

    The only reason I remember this little interlude is, before that day and since, I have never seen what you might call a facial expression on a squirrel. Perpetually startled is their default expression. Even when they’re asleep, squirrels look like all that startling stuff is weighing on them. But that moment, when that fat little half-tame squirrel realized just how greasy and cheesy that chunk of bread was, I saw a squirrel’s face light up in unbridled happiness.

  44. BStrange says:

    Redbone – You made a squirrel squee! That’s delightful. And reading your retelling of it made me squee too. 🙂

  45. Redbone’s story reminds me of Bagel Squirrel; I was walking with my friend and heard something yelling at us; looked up and there was a rather small squirrel up in the tree over my head, arms clutching an entire bagel; it could just barely hold on. I wish I’d seen how it got the bagel up there, because it must have been quite a feat. The squirrel was almost vibrating with paranoia that somebody was going to steal its bagel; it kept yelling and giving us supicious glances long after we passed its tree. I always wonder if he/she ever got to actually eat the bagel.