Nutty, Buggy, Squirrelly, Crazy

Morgan seems to be doing new things almost daily which is pretty fun. She says new words like pear, happy, book and ball. Oh yeah, and she says Ottawa. Well, it sounds an awful lot like Ottawa, and I don't know what she's trying to say, but it is part of her vocabulary. We figure she wants to visit our nations capital, or maybe she's heard the kids at daycare talk about Ottawa.

The cold weather continues here in New Brunswick, and I am seriously wishing we were heading south this winter. Unfortunately, that's not in our immediate future, so I'm banking on things warming up soon.

We have been noticing that we have quite the wild life in the yard of our new house. We see several deer almost daily, a wood pecker, chipmunk and a squirrel. Not bad for the middle of winter. I am reminded of a little squirrel that used to be my arch nemesis in Quincy. We lived in a top floor apartment, and there was a squirrel that used to get into the roof and scratch on our ceiling. I was convinced that he was going to scratch a hole right through and wreak havoc on our apartment. In the summer, he used to hang out on our patio, tip over empty beer bottles, stare at me through the glass door, lay down on the patio, and once he even peed write outside the door while looking at me. It was almost as if he was saying "screw you McSkinney". I hated that darn squirrel. He wasn't scared of us at all. Jody would try to scare him away with a hockey stick, to no avail. Of course we couldn't go outside when he was out there, because we feared he might come right on in the apartment. Ah, the good old days. I have a story about a guy I worked with that brought a flying squirrel to work, but I'll save that one for another day.