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Ssssssibling Rivalry

So we are finally sure of our snake's gender. Reggie is a girl. We know because a couple weeks ago there were suddenly a dozen really small snakes in the cage. Let me tell you something that may surprise you: Baby snakes are really cute. It's certainly not something I would have thought about before, but they are.
We released all the babies but one, whom I, in a fit of creativity, named Hannibal. This because he ate one of his siblings and then tried to eat another, until the next day I finally had to help extract the second snake still protruding from his mouth. He's been fine since then, but I haven't been able to get him to eat anything else, presumably because he's still working on a meal as big as he is.

Last night we took Sam up to Millcreek Canyon. He's been up there once before, and all he wants to do is play in the stream. This despite the fact that the water is so cold it continues to hurt my feet the entire time I'm standing in it. We tried to get him to go eat with us, but he just kept running back to try to get in the water. Eventually we distracted him a little bit with a toy football. He already throws farther than I can, and he's not even two years old.

Canned Heat

Sam's latest hobby is getting us to put on Napoleon Dynamite so he can dance at the end with Napoleon. He will sometimes do this six times in a row. He's not even two yet, and he dances better than most adults that I know.

Woo-Hoo!

Last night Sam and I were watching the Simpsons, when he repeated the word “D’oh!” Plus, a couple of days ago, he repeated Nelson’s laugh. I’m guessing people would either find it hilariously adorable or would take it as grounds that I should not be allowed to have children. I’m betting there is no middle ground here.

Here's a picture of Sam that his grandpa took the other day. If you look in the background, there's a little picture of essentially the same thing from a year ago. I was glad to get a recent picture of him, because we haven't taken too many pictures lately.

Last night we went and fed the ducks on 1300 West. They came up and took the bread from our fingers. Sam thought that was pretty fun. We also discovered that they eat flour tortillas. And the people next to us were feeding them potato chips. I would have thought gluttony would make them a little bit picky.

Oh, the Pain!

As far as we can tell, Sam got stung by a wasp the other day. There were wasps flying around, so Katie got him away from them, but a few minutes later we saw what appeared to be a sting on his arm. The funny thing is that he didn't cry or even acknowledge that anything had happened. But he has been hitting his head on things lately to get attention, or so we thought. Maybe he's working on building up his pain tolerance. All I know is that his forhead is looking a little bit like he's a Klingon.