It has been one of those springs that teases us with good weather only to turn and dump a whole bunch more snow on our front yard. Depressing. Each spring snowfall seems to send me wallowing in self-pity and wishing that I could just put sandals on my kids rather than trying to find them matching socks everyday. My kids on the other hand think that it is the greatest thing in the world. They love sledding, making footprints and just eating the snow. A couple of weeks ago we were at my Grandma's after one of these infamous returns of winter and rather than indulge in all of the scrumptious food my Grandma put out Oliver took his plate outside and filled it up with snow, he brought it back in and that is what he ate for dinner. Yum?
There was one weekend I decided to embrace the snow rather than wish it away, so Ollie and I hurried out and made a snowman before it melted. Oliver had just memorized a poem at school about a chubby little snowman and a bunny that ate it's nose. More than the sledding and snowman building Oliver enjoyed eating the carrot nose right off the snowman's face, we went through several carrots that day.
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