Whose that Baby?

The babies have started 'talking' more this week - making little cooing noises. Yesterday we think Amélie noticed Abigail for the first time. She has always been the observant one, the one who tries hard, so of course smiley Abigail was oblivious. They were lying next to each other and Amélie was looking right at her sister making her cute little cooing sounds. As I write this Abigail is trying to have a conversation with me - lots of cooing and smiles.

About twenty minutes ago the opposite was true - Abigail wouldn't stop crying. So I picked her up, walked with her, played with her and nothing helped. The only solution was to flip her upside down. The crying stopped when her feet were dangling straight up in the air, but as soon as her head crossed the horizontal plane, tears flowed once again.

School went well this week. On Friday I administered and recorded the grades for seven quizzes in a row and was finished with all this work shortly after my last period. This never would have been possible without Google!

I even got a chance to write a bit...

They quickly dispersed in search of rock. After fifteen minutes of frantic lifting and dragging, a decent pile began to emerge just upstream from the truck that was, of course, still idling as if nothing was amiss.

When Jack determined enough had been gathered, he directed the largest specimens to be dragged first into the flowing water at a 45 degree angle to the direction of the current. This only seemed to make the water angry, turning it from brown to white. The group hurried to drop in the melon sized rocks next, and the water began to flow behind the truck, merging with a shallower rivulet. 

The hood was still submerged, but the remainder of the pile stopped the gaps and most of the flow was redirected. Before long sediment from the water itself finished the job, and the left wheel became fully exposed. Water poured out of the cab for minute or two as the team observed the full extent of their predicament...