Our pond froze for the first time. I won’t say you could ice-skate on it (Sarah tried, but that’s another story.) but even the big Great Pyr dogs could walk across it. The ducks and cats had a WONDERFUL time and I got to see an impromptu production of “Goats on Ice.” (Which is REALLY funny by the way.)

I think the low here was somewhere in the upper teens, but that doesn’t include the wind-chill. I know that it was cold enough to convince me even further that I don’t want to live ANY further north. Even Sarah, our little Russian Devooshka, says it’s too cold to go outside.

Sarah’s been doing her normal schoolwork, plus sewing a little on an 18th century costume for one of her dolls. She likes to sew on the machine, but of course I have to be right there with her. We’re just starting in the Revolutionary Period in history and we’re reading some of the American Girl Felicity books. In math, she started learning about Roman Numerals today, and we’re still studying pronouns in English.

Today Sarah also had a lot of questions about twins, so I tried to find answers for her.

We’ve just started fostering a King Charles Spaniel (a mix, I think). He’s doing very well and Sarah loves him. He’s very playful, unlike Mr. Claus, who prefers to be outside with the Pyrs. The Danes, of course, would rather sleep.

That’s it. No new goat kids yet, but some are certainly on the way. Poor Nina looks like she might have quads again; the poor thing looks like she swallowed a watermelon.

That’s all for now.