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Showing posts with label snow day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snow day. Show all posts

Monday, January 28, 2013

Snow

"Blake! Come look outside! What do you see?"
(gasp) "It's snowing!"
"Should we go play in it after Trevor wakes up?"
"Sure!"






Sidewalk snow angel. That's right. He's sporting snow bibs with less than an inch of snow on the ground.


Trevor getting in on the action (while strapped to my chest and covered with a blanket).


I know you're dying to know where I got my outfit. Here ya go:
Beanie: gift from brother-in-law's wife
Coat: this is Evan's coat...from our closet
large brown mass coming out of top of coat: Trevor wrapped in a blanket

I know I look absolutely ridiculous. And if I didn't know that, the people who stared at me as they passed us on the sidewalk sure confirmed it. In my defense, Evan's coat is the only one I can wear that will zip around Trevor. And, frankly, I'm not trying to look decent when I take my children outside for 15 minutes to play in the snow.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Snow Day

The snow started around 10am on Wednesday, but from the looks of things I didn't think it was going to stick. As I pushed my cart down the hallway of our building Wednesday night, I was surprised at the mini blizzard raging outside. People probably thought I was little crazy as I hauled 2 bags of laundry a block and a half to the good laundromat, but I was rewarded when I had the whole place to myself. (Not that an empty laundromat is a fun place to be. I just knew I could use as many washers and dryers as I needed. I get excited about small things like that these days.)

When I got home from doing laundry I told Blake all about the snow and how we would go play in it tomorrow. He was so excited he asked to wear his mittens to bed. The next morning, after about 20 minutes of suiting up for a snowy adventure, we headed outside for a little frolicking in the snow. Well, as much frolicking as a city sidewalk will allow.







Snow days are also a great time to use the dollar Grandma sent you to ride the train you pass by on a weekly basis and have a minor meltdown when Mom says you cannot ride it.




And it was everything a little boy could dream of.