Liv, checking out her new snow duds.
It’s ridiculously cold in Lincoln right now. I know my friends up in Minneapolis are laughing at me and shaking their heads, so yeah, it’s not as cold as it is up north. But still, it’s downright frigid. And there’s about an inch of snow on the ground. That’s one inch of snow that beckons and calls to my six-year-old, Play in me! Play in me!
And she does. Stomping in the snow, making snowballs, eating [dirty] snow off her pink fleece gloves, making snow angels until her nose and cheeks are frozen and red. Then she comes inside, stomping the powdery stuff off her shoes while sharing a crusty ball of snow with Shiloh. And, finally, it’s hot chocolate time.
