Three Things Thursday

It's Thursday, and that means it's time for three more random things about me...and this week it really, truly random, LOL.

1)  Apparently I have a thing for birds.  I find myself photographing them all the time.  I don't want to be an ornithologist, or follow their migratory patterns or anything, I just love photographing birds, and hearing them sing every morning, and watching them frolic about.  I thought one of the hardest things about leaving our FL house behind would be not hearing the birds singing each morning, but we have tons of birds around our new yard too.  We bought the kids NC bird field guides, and even offered them money to spot birds and find them in the guide, which has worked out brilliantly for the youngest at least ;-).  Here's one from today.

2)  I LOVE snow.  Totally, completely LOVE snow.  It's magical- when you live in a state that only gets a little bit of it.  I grew up in Buffalo, and trust me, I have no desire to live there again, because I would probably HATE snow very quickly if I did, but I LOVE it when I only have to deal with it in small doses and it's novel.

3)  I HATE stairs- at least the stairs in this house.  My kids and I have ALL fallen down them.  They are treacherous. For the first few weeks we slept with our bedroom door and one eye open (our room is right at the top of the stairs).  We quickly bought a nightlight for the hall, but last night when the power went out I again found it hard to sleep worrying that one child might plummet to their death, or at least to harm.   Well, everyone was fine last night, but TONIGHT Mimi fell down them again.  There is NOTHING worse than hearing someone falling down the stairs and knowing you can't stop it or help them, and you just have to pray that they land at the bottom with nothing worse than a few bruises.  She's okay by the way, but she will be very sore in the morning.

I don't know why they are so bad, except that they are not deep enough for my whole foot to step on, and the third step from the top is even shallower.  Clearly, others had problems before us, because the middle support for the handrail is loose and slightly pulled out.  My husband's only uncle died after falling down the stairs, so I guess maybe that is why I freak out every time I hear someone take a tumble on them.

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