sofia mae: 5 months
Lucas Jefferson: almost 5 months
i've lived here 10 years. and i am still not used to the snow. the first time it hits big, i don't have the itch to run outside and play. i don't get that excited at the white blanket of snow covering our mountains. i guess i'm grateful that it was only snow that hit us, and not a crazy hurricane (like it did for many other unfortunate people). but i feel like it came literally over night. the roads were ugly, trees were tipped over, the leaves all fell. sofia loves it. it meaning snow. she loves the touch. she loves snowmen. she loves the taste. her dad taught her that one. dad came straight home from work and took the kids out to play in the snow.
don't mind the large gloves. we haven't gotten her any yet, so she borrowed mine, and we stuffed em. she doesn't have weird, large hands. promise.
we just got her a snow jacket and i'm in love with her in it. seriously? fur hood? of course i had to get it for her.
they came back in, and had a cup of chocolate caliente. i think she loved it almost as much as the taste of snow.