Apparently Harland is a wee bit warm here in Minnesota and having trouble adjusting to our unseasonably nice weather. This morning he was found hanging out in the freezer drawer with the freeze pops.
And here's the part the kids don't know about: Late last night Dean and I were hearing a lot of rustling around. I thought it was the dogs but every time I looked they were sleeping somewhere, innocent as can be. My friend Nell has some weird stuff going on in her house right now that we've been discussing, and we also have a resident ghost, so I decided to set up my night vision baby monitor.
Look who I caught coming out of the bathroom with the Victoria's Secret catalog!