Topic: Kids & other noisy things
Around 9:30 this morning I had finally heard enough "Momma, can we play in the snow"'s to last me a lifetime and we all got dressed and headed out into that whole 3 inches of snow we got last night. Evidently we got more during the night because it wasn't that deep when I went to bed.
This was Kady's first time to ever play in the snow, bless her baby heart. Her first winter she was too little, I'm talkin' like 2 months old. Then the last two winters she's been sick on the rare occasions we've had enough snow to play in. Sad that the child is 3 and just now has played in the snow. She really enjoyed herself. Well, until the puppy knocked her onto her back and started licking her face until she screamed. And being the kind, compassionate mother I am, I stood there and laughed until I could finally get enough breath to yell at her older sister to help her.
Sam got a facefull of snow, courtesy of his older sister. He loved it though. A year ago he would've dissolved into a puddle of tears and then stomped into the house. Today he laughed. Huge improvement.
The snow was sparse, at best. It was melting and dripping and mushy gooshy nasty. And dirty. And I don't think that snowman ever got as tall as Verne Troyer, either.