Name something better than freezing temps and sweats? Nothing. We are back in the 70s this week and I am dreaming of weather cold enough to turn on a space heater for.
On the 2nd and 3rd day of snow on the ground we lazed around and did very little. It was a perfect winter wonderland where we (me) could pretend that we were snowed in and living that way up north life.
Dill, much like Harrison, preferred life staring straight into the space heater. Surely he lost an eyelash with his behavior. At times the living room smelled of hot dog from him baking himself for so long.
Elliot got into a drawing mood and spent two days making a book that he has since carried everywhere.
Elliot and I wandered to the park to see how it all looked before the snow melted. This is drama child when I said "Hey take a pic before we get home." Notice the stuffing coming out of his vest, he leaned on the old janky fence when they were in a snowball fight with the neighbors and tore it up.
On day 2 the snow was still deep enough that the four wheeler was getting stuck.
We now have to make up a day of school due to the snow. Well, I do. The boys school hasn't announced that. It was worth it though. Send me to Canada any day and I'll happily live in a winter wonderland.
