While washing dishes, Bailey went to the side door to see who was knocking and discovered a moose that had stepped right over the snowfence like it didn't exist. Another was in the backyard nibbling some branches. Now that is had snowed, here they come! I'd seen many small decorative trees in Homer had been covered with netting while we were exploring some of the downtown shops, but I did not get the thrill of seeing how big a moose was up close. Ah well.

The baby was seen in more sonograms this Friday--it surely is a boy! As far as Brigham still calling it Stephen, I've told him otherwise: MacGillecuddy. McGillicuddy Clay. Since they have relatives in Ireland. Yep. That's what I told him.