Tigger gets frost bite

Isaac has weened himself off of naps, hmmm...

Tigger Mania: The need to be in possession of a Tigger stuffed animal that has held no interest in the past 5 years, but is suddenly awakened when another in close proximity has picked it up. In this case the subjects begrudgingly chose to take 3 minute turns with the toy, rotating like this for nearly an hour. The strange thing was, that during their possession, the toy wasn't played with, just carefully and territorially watched.

Here are a couple of pictures from our adventure to a tree farm near our house. It was a ton of fun once our limbs and all our exposed skin finally froze. We picked out a nice tree and then Chris had a Paul Bunyan moment with a hack saw (or whatever they are called, sharp with teeth). We took some extra cut limbs from a pile and put them in the car. I'll be leaving them there like I did last year, acting as an air freshener. Dried up pickles left in mysterious places by Douglas is a hard odor to fight. Go Pine Tree Scent! Horah!