My Fuzzy Owl

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:

Last night she gently called out “Nana” in the night and I went to see her.  I asked if she needed to go to the bathroom, but she said, “No, I just needed to see your face because it makes me feel safer.”

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.