I say that when I was the one prompting Friday night dance party a few weeks ago, specifically the "snow" dance party. And it worked! I love the snow, just once or maybe twice. Tons of snow, such a treat for us and lots of fun for the neighborhood kiddos. We live on a hill, a huge hill that everything rolls down everyday. It's a huge pain, most days. Ahh, but when it snows that one or two days out of the year - it is the place to be! Wyatt's first real snow since he can walk and since one of the five words he can say is "snowman," we took him out for whirl. He sled down the hill by himself and couldn't get enough.
Of course this didn't last long because they weren't so excited about the snow gear, but I'm so glad we had it. Thanks Grandma!
We were stuck in the house for several days and a nice little stomach bug visited everyone but Mommy. Not fun. It was like a scene out of a horror movie or something...
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