Whatchootalkinabout?

Why no, Mama, I wouldn't be playing on your phone. Whatever would give you that idea?

Eyeball and photo credit go to the Resident Nine Year Old here at #ShenaniganCentral.

Clearly he needs more instruction on leaving behind evidence...

Some special kind of goober

And I'm not talking about the awesome Goober that is peanut butter and jelly in the same jar. That stuff is super when you're pressed for time or craving "let's go hiking at camp" food. You add it to your pack with apples and Capri Suns and cookies and head on out. 

No, I'm talking about this goober:

What kinda dummy takes a selfie with a phone that isn't hers in a bed which also isn't hers? This ding dong is in our bed and documented it. Clearly she has much to learn about stealth, evidence, and takin' it to the grave. 

Making Tracks

Apparently we had some visitors leave some evidence of their visit. This morning when the boys left for school we found birdie tracks, something which made smaller tracks but no sliding tail lines, and lots of bunny hops. Dada even contributed some tire tracks to the scene.

I guess Lalaith Havens is the place to be on a frosty January morning!

We are noticing a change in the light, though. Last night as we left for karate around 6:00, Liam could still read by the light leaching out of the sunset. That's definitely progress. Now if it could just warm up enough to not need to wear two of everything, that'd be splendid! I'm pretty sure part of my frozen bum remains at the gas station I patroned last night...