My Mom likes to tell the story of how I hated the snow when I was little. They would bundle me up a la Ralphie’s brother in The Christmas Story in a snowsuit and all that jazz, and I would stand by the door for an eternity until they let me back inside.
During both Elijah and Remy’s lifetime, there has been approximately 1 snow that necessitated a snowsuit. Global warming much?
As I write this, it’s beautiful and sunny, “long sleeves and that’s all” weather. But less than 2 days ago, it looked like a mini-blizzard, if only for a few hours. So with Nini’s help, we took advantage of our small, snowy window and made the best of it.