Top picture: Help me, Obi Wan Kanobe. You're my only hope. Bottom picture: Joss playing with Papa.
Jocelynne has taken an interest in our trash and recycling bins lately. She grabs stuff out of the trash and then takes it to another part of the house. I caught her reaching into her diaper pail today, despite the smell.
She's also taken up head-butting Landon or me when she doesn't get her way. Most of the time it's just comical. But she's hit both Landon and I in the lips before with her hard forehead, and that wasn't so funny. Today I was wearing a necklace Landon brought me home from Africa that has a large wooden pendant on it. When Joss went to headbutt me in sacrament meeting, she smacked her head right against that hard wood. Landon had to take her out.
It's been extremely cold here the last few weeks. We have to keep or cabinet doors under the kitchen sink open at night so the pipes are less likely to freeze. The worst part of the cold for me is tromping through the snow every day to the chicken coop in the backyard and reaching my reticent fingers into the chicken's water to break off the ice (which forms despite the heat lamp above the trough). It was especially difficult doing this 2 days ago when one of the hens decided I was up to no good and kept pecking at my fingers until a small ice chunk popped out of the trough and hit her head.
