Hannah's having a great time out in West Texas at Critter Camp. We had a bit of a rough start the first night when my mom called at 1:00 to tell me that Hannah was in the middle of a sleep terror that had been going on for an hour... and counting. She finally recovered, and so did I. By 2:30. But who's counting.
She did pronounce Critter Camp more akin to school than camping. And judging by her reports of the crafts-intensive atmosphere, she's right. But still, a fun experience. And she has her Grandpa to expose her to critters they aren't seeing at camp.
Case in point: Hannah and the baby owl hatchlings. Who's fuzzier? Hard to tell with that 1% humidity giving Hannah a bad case of the fly-aways.
Here's the latest from my mom this morning:
I wonder if she's adjusted her portion of the will accordingly. :)
Speaking of grandparents, do me a favor: Go visit my dad's blog and ask him a question or two. He's the king of random, loosely-scientific information and for Christmas I created a Q&A blog for him. He hasn't posted in forever because "no one's asked me any questions lately." I'd love to give him fodder for the next few months.





