Mike arrived home tonight to a chicken in the oven that was getting dryer by the second, and me, taking a Mr. Clean eraser to the new art work on the wall. All while the following conversation was taking place:
Me: Will, where's the pen?
Will: I don't know.
Will: It's down there.
I still haven't found it, but we had yet another talk about where we're supposed to draw.
Yes, it was that kind of day. But luckily the pictures I'm about to share show the magic of another kind of day. A snow day.
I looked at the forecast on Sunday and saw a prediction for snow showers the following day. "Yeah right," I said to Mike. Well, I'll be damned.
It snowed on Monday.
It was nothing more than flurries, really. But for Will it was super exciting. We took a walk in the backyard after lunch as I figured that would be the extent of our snow.
Will mows no matter the weather.
Yes, of course I put mittens on him. Later I'd come up with a trick to make him keep them on ;)
The flurries tapered off and Will had a nice nap. Later, the snow would begin again, this time sticking to the grass. It was dark at that point, but sometimes it's OK to play outside after dinner in January.
Painters' tape! Mommy: 1 Will: 0
He's such a show off.
And then we had some cozy time inside.
I loved this day.