What Do I Hear?

In the middle of the night, last night, I was awakened to Logan screaming for me. When I reached him, he said, "I hear something, Mama." I listened and said, "It's just the wind." "No," he said. I listened again, "Oh...you just hear your brother snoring." "No...I think it is a funny little mouse that doesn't know how to squeak properly." Well, I'm glad we figured that out at 2:30 in the morning:)

Winter is not over afterall in Bickleton! Today, I actually put on my Savoonga gear to meet the elements that Logan and Owen were so insistent upon playing in! They are good arctic boys. It seems to be letting up a bit, but I think I shoveled a good 6 inches just from a couple hours this morning. So we're back to enjoying sledding, snowmen and hot chocolate by the woodstove.

Pretend Play

The boys continue to live in a made up world much of the day. This morning I walked into their bedroom to find all of their stuffed animals and more gathered together. They told me they were having a "church meeting". As Logan put Mr. Potato Head together to attend, he said, "But they're not having communion today, Owen because he is wearing his mustache over his teeth." :)