So we went from expecting 2" to 4" of accumulated snow, which we wanted very much, to expecting 1/4" of ice, which we didn't want at all. Who knows what we will wake up in the morning to find?! Right now, very cold rain is falling, and we have a lovely, rather lethal-looking, crop of icicles hanging from the roof.
Dennis wanted snow so badly that I heard him say the following prayer: "Dear Lord, please make it snow. I really want snow here--please don't keep all the snow in heaven." I think we're going to have to take him to a snow resort before winter ends. He came running to the window after I put him down for the nap he never took, asking excitedly "is it snowing yet?" and when I replied that it wasn't, he crossed his arms and stomped his foot, saying "oh, NUTCRACKER! I wanted it to snow." Amazingly, I did not laugh. Nutcracker as an expletive? Good one, Dennis. Seasonally appropriate, not offensive...
This is a picture of him standing with his self portrait. The first picture he drew was two faces with big "O"s for mouths. He explained that it was the two of us, him and me, and we were screaming at each other. Sometimes we do scream for fun and recreation around here, but only when Daddy's not home.
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