After our fifth winter storm this year, our yard and sidewalks looks like this:
|The back of our house .|
|"Look at me Mommy!"|
|"I LOVE swinging in the snow!"|
Once we finally got to the swing set, I brushed the snow off his seat with my lovely dishtowel (that's in the first two pictures), and then, for the first time ever, Little Lewie walked up to the swing, turned around, and sat down. Normally the swing is about 3 feet above the ground, but now it was only a few inches from the snow floor. It was an interesting experience, but even with just an inch between the bottom of his feet and the snow, Lewie was still able to swing. Sure I had to stand thigh high deep in snow as I pushed him, but it was worth it to see that happy ear-to-ear grin light up his face.
Yes, if it were up to boring and 'practical' mom over here, we probably would have stayed in the house another day. Thank goodness for Little Lewie's ability to 'think outside the box'.