The forecast called for snow last night. I was a little skeptical but it dumped about an inch. The boys were beyond excited when they saw it this morning and it was very difficult to convey that it would probably melt before breakfast was over. Especially since school was delayed for the oldest but he still had to keep his dentist appointment. Steve was kind enough to take them out for a few minutes before it was all gone.
Andy was talking about switching his tires to snow tires and what a great snowball he was going to build and wouldn't it be fun to throw it at a car and let's go play in it RIGHT NOW! All of this chatter before the grown ups have their coffee is just a bit much. I will give him credit for being really patient and not crying when he realized how little snow there actually was.
The opposite of patience: this one right here. He got up on the wrong side of the crib, I guess. He positively sobbed about wearing his boots, cried even harder about his winter coat and finally gave in and wore the hat. Then he was mad when he fell down and got wet, mad when we wouldn't open the sand table and mad when he couldn't hold the ice scraper. He consoled himself by sitting in the garage eating Jake's dog treats.
Luke was very focused on cleaning off Steve's car so he could get to work before lunch.
Posing with his mini-snowman
Andy and his mini-snowman
Although it was a crazy mixed up day and didn't go according to plan, I am grateful for the memories with our boys.
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