…for snow days.
This past week, winter stretched out its long legs, kicked back, and settled in with a big cup of coffee, planning to stay a while.
On Thursday, I sat and looked out the window as rain turned to sleet turned to ice turned to snow…and snow and snow and snow. We got absolutely buried here in Minnesota.
But even as our enthusiasm for this season has waned, it seems like Owen is only growing more excited about the cold and snow. He was a little hesitant with winter at first…but now all day he looks out the window and talks of “no cows” (snow plows) and “no balls.”
And I respond by telling him, “Owen, it’s -35* out. We can’t go outside.” But he’s undeterred…perhaps because when he’s outside, things like this happen.
P.S. That’s Eric, getting in to the Olympic spirit with a luge demonstration on the world’s shortest luge run.