"That flavor is going to turn your mouth blue!" By the time she was finished even her nose was blue.

Momentous day today. C has been taking a step or two here and there for a while, but she has lacked the confidence to walk more than that. Today she has been walking across entire rooms willy-nilly.

C has been successfully negotiating slides long before she can walk.

We've been working more with C on signing for "More" and "All done." J picked this trick up pretty early, but we were more consistent with her to begin with.

A few days ago Abbey bought a box of Cheezits. I don't think Cora had ever had any before, and it's quite obvious that she likes them very much. If you hold out a handful of crackers, she is not content to take one, or two, or even three; she wants all of them in her mouth, poste-haste.

Last night I took both girls to the park. After a while I took C back to the car to change her diaper. To keep her pacified while changing, I handed her a Cheezit that I found in her car seat. She gobbled it up, and then immediately started aggressively signing "more." It was the first time I've seen her doing that so clearly. Sadly, I didn't have anymore crackers with me so she got pretty upset. Still, it's always a pretty amazing thing when you see a baby trying very hard to communicate her desires to you so clearly.

J sleeps late, trapping me in the bed. Seems sick. Visit to downtown Disney reveals that, yes, she's for some sort of stomach thing. Feels better after evacuating bowels.

Remainder of day spent swimming and watching "The Muppets."

It's Saturday morning and we're all enjoying our breakfast of waffles and eggs.

"Can I tell you a story?" asks J.

A and I both turn to her and encourage her to continue.

"I was in a dark cave," she starts, getting down low to her seat and dramatizing. "I hear BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! It was a bear! And it came closer and closer and I ran away. I ran all the way back to my house and ran inside..."

"...and then you shut the door so the bear couldn't come inside?" A helpfully interjects.

J suddenly is very cheerful. "No! I left it open, and he came inside. It turned out he was nice!"

It sounds like the chicken is dying, but it's not. It's like getting your nails clipped.

These were given to us by a friend of ours that doesn't really interact with chickens much, so they aren't acclimated to human touch. These particular chickens (3 of them) weren't getting along with one of their roosters, so he gave them go us. They're pretty wild, so I wanted to clip their wing feathers to keep them from flying.