Actually, he really was having fun....it was just that the wind was blowing in his face. Callum is funny in the snow; he loves it, points at it, repeats "snow" ad nauseum....but he doesnt like to walk in it...it is like he thinks it isnt the real "ground" or something. It's funny.
We went out for breakfast, since we knew we would be in all day, and thought getting out would be a good thing. Then, when it really REALLY started snowing, he hung out and read Thomas the Train books, played alphabet blocks, did puzzles, and danced to bluegrass stations we listened to on Wunderradio. FINALLY Callum went down for a nap, mommy worked on her puzzle, and I started what turned out to be a phenomenal pot roast!In another year or so, Callum will start pulling his weight around here.....
Before it got dark, Sally and I took turns skiing up and down the streets of our neighborhood...the town had not plowed yet, so the conditions were perfect. How often do you get to ski in the street?????
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