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Snow, Cousins, and the Cutest Picture Yet

We've started having snow around here - it looked like this mid-morning today.



A little while ago, we had a snow flurry. Nothing much stuck, but it did stay briefly on the cows. (It's a little hard to see with the picture this size. Squint, maybe.)



The camera has arrived from Canada, and refuses to answer questions about the delay in returning home. I mentioned the casinos in Windsor, and received only a closed shutter in response. I'm not sure what to think, but it is clear that we will have to keep a closer eye out when traveling abroad.

Here are a couple of pictures of Levi with cousins.



And we were able to get some pictures of Levi enjoying his time with the baby in the mirror. Daddy calls him The Boy, as in, "Do you want to say hi to The Boy now? He's right here in the mirror!" We're not sure exactly how much Levi has figured out about The Boy - whoever is holding him looks remarkably like Daddy, for instance - but he sure does get a kick out of looking at him. Here they both are, fresh from their baths and with plastered-down hair and big heart-melting grins. (Click to enlarge for maximum effect.)

The Man in the Mirror

Still no camera ... it is currently wending its way home from Canada. (Have I mentioned ever that customs via the postal service is a pain in the neck?)

I can give you a Totally Cute (tm) update, however. Levi discovered, for the first time, the baby in the mirror. Apparently he was quite pleased with his new friend and found him very amusing. He stayed in front of the mirror and laughed at him for a couple of minutes before he got tired of it. It was lots of fun, especially for Mom and Dad.

Phlegm for you? And you? And you? Yes, phlegm for three, please!

Ugh. We have picked up icky colds. Paul is less sick than I am (I have written this before, and notice a trend; how is this fair?), and we are waiting to see about Monsieur Bean.

I managed to leave our camera in Canada over the weekend, so no new pictures for awhile. In the meantime, enjoy these from the archives.



Bean Boy in his little cold-weather outfit made by mama. (If you follow the knitting, that is the BSJ I was working on in August. No pattern for the hat - I used the gee-I-hope-this-works method.) We went to an outdoor party/fish fry a couple of weekends ago, and the ensemble was put to good use.



Hats are good. Hats that slip down over your eyes are, clearly, not. Ooops.



Baby contemplates next move. Torment mother by crying inconsolably for no apparent reason? Smile spontaneously for maximum cuteness effect? Maintain dignified demeanor while entrapped in inexplicable and torturous baby-toting device? So many options.