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I was in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner last night and Bauer yelled in a panic for me to come see Cash.

Ta-da!

I guess it’s time to move the flower chair away from the window, except I suspect Cash will try to climb up on the arms of the chair even with nothing to hold on to. He is such a climber, and I hate to say it, but he seems to be a biter too.

Bauer was really proud of the block tower he built yesterday using all of the Duplo blocks we have…except the ones mixed up in the wrong bins, or under the couch, or in his box of junk in the closet, of course.

Bauer was also quite proud of his shoveling efforts on Monday morning. It was the first morning this season that we’ve awoken to a snow-covered yard and he was out there in it within 10 minutes of waking up.

Cash wished he was out there in it. But alas, he was inside (look closely) holding his newest favorite random object, a thick wooden paintbrush.

I think I’m proud of the fact that I’m not hating the snow at this point. I don’t love it, but I am doing okay with it so far. My Clark’s snow boots are just as great as last year and my pants bottoms haven’t gotten so soaked that I’ve had to change them yet, so both of those are pluses. We’ll see what happens tomorrow when the high is 12 degrees.