Then, Big Sis came to town. And Big Sis has had a pretty rough winter this year. She's been saying how one of the major things she misses by living in the south is snow. She really, really wanted snow. And would you believe it? It came!
As a sidenote, Miss S, our fearlessly fabulous daycare provider, is in India celebrating a wedding for two and a half weeks, so Mama and Papa H have been amazingly watching both MDG and PDG recently. It's been on their terms, though, since it's a big undertaking, meaning they've stayed out at their house. So last week we went five whole nights with no bedtime stories or early morning potty adventures. The house felt strange and empty. The boys were obviously in great hands, but they weren't my hands, which felt really odd. (If you're wondering what I did to keep busy and distracted- I read the entire Divergent series in a week... like a fourteen-year-old. You can judge.)
So after a lovely Valentine's Day weekend, which I will hopefully post about this week, I drove Big Sis and the boys out to Mama and Papa H's house where they would spend the following days. It was a little gamble, but one that paid off when at 4:30 my county preemptively called off school for the next day. So for the first time this year, the boys and I woke up to a true snow day. Unlike the previous two we've had, and the many 2-hour delays, we actually had inches to play in, kick around, throw, scrape, and stare at in confusion. You can guess which of us did which of those actions.
Without further ado, here we are, playing in the snow at Mama and Papa H's.
No tears, but he was not impressed |
like the boots? Big Sis didn't pack like her snow dreams would be coming true |
Pretty sure teachers love snow days even more than students |
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