Feeders and Toasters

Will took the boys outside to play in the snow this weekend. Here's a shot of Graham after he had just decapitated their snowman:



Here he is eating the stale popcorn that Will had just thrown out for the birds:



Baby C enjoyed his trip outside for a few minutes, and then I think he got cold. He's |this close| to being able to walk more than 4 steps at a time. The problem is that he loves lunging forward and being caught. We haven't figured out how to get him to stop doing that (besides the obvious solution of not catching him anymore).

Gabriella has found her voice and loves to squawk as loud as she can. It almost sounds like she's crying, except for the fact that there's a smile on her face. She's still a good sleeper which makes my job so much easier.

And finally, I got a surprise when I went to make an English muffin today. This turtle magnet was in the bottom of the toaster:

The Super Bowl

Graham walked into the kitchen where I was working on Sunday night. "Are you watching the Super Bowl with Daddy?" I asked. "Can you say Super Bowl?" (He couldn't.) I turned back to the counter, then saw him carry something back into the living room with Will:



I guess he thought Will's bowl wasn't super enough.

That night at 1:42am, Baby C threw a party. He was squealing and laughing and bouncing with someone--when I went in, I found out that it was the animals on his sheets. He abandoned his friends and went back to sleep when I gave him his pacifier.

I should not complain about snow because ours isn't much compared to some parts of the country. It does make birdwatching more fun, though. Cardinals have been to our feeder more in the past few days than they have all season:

Blind Cave Fish

Will, Graham, and I were eating breakfast together on Saturday morning while watching a DVD about Missouri's outdoors (thanks, Aunt Melba & Uncle Jim!). There were some divers exploring a spring that had formed underwater caves, and one of the divers commented that they even saw some blind cave fish.

"You know how you can tell that a fish is blind?" Will asked.

I sat and thought for a moment. Was it something to do with their eyes? Were they white because it was so dark that it didn't matter what color they were? Will knows a lot about fish and he had seen the DVD before...

"I don't know," I replied.

"They have a little stick."