Snow day. Oh boy. You wanted so badly to go outside and play in it like your brother, but when I pulled out the snow pants you pulled out your grumpy face and getting you to wear them + your booths + gloves took all my negotiating tactics. All bundled up you unhappily marched outside. You held back as Logan and I made snowballs out of the very icey snow. You finally forgot your grudge long enough to join us for maybe a total of 6 minutes before throwing your gloves off and saying you were cold and wanted to go inside. Sigh... But hey. I got this cute picture of you throwing a snowball at the van. Your brother was cracking up since it most definitely went behind you instead of towards the van at all.
Our new Christmas kitty. You love him. And for the most part he seems to love you, or at least tolerates all the playing and tugging and tucking that you do with him. When I asked you to practice your piano you didn't want to be separated so you tucked him into your shirt and he actually stayed there while you practiced. If only we could get him to play with you, then we'd have an internet sensation!
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