Hot chocolate!

Logan and I on Sunday went outside to play in the snow. It barely snowed, but it was sticky, and we rolled a snowman. Lucky for me this was Logan's first real snowman and had no clue that daddy made it wrong: huge body, and a tiny, mashed head. Really, it wasn't my fault--the snow kept breaking up. Then we came inside and had some hot chocolate, in which Logan was very pleased to partake.

Lyric goes from "Squeaker" to "Ogre"

Lyric's vocal chord seems to be repairing itself fine. While of course this is good news, as two parents with chronic sleep deprivation (CSD), I don't think we would've been offended if it, eh, took a little longer to heal? Boy, she can crank it up--grunting, moaning, crying--she's like a tiny ogre! Step aside, Shrek.