The story of a boy and the world that revolves around him
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Random smiles from a snowside seat
Another winter and he still hates the snow. Scrunched up face, whining, refusing to go out unless carried. He has proper boots, proper snow pants, a really nice jacket, and all of the warmest accessories. What more can I do? I'm not going to demonstrate the wonder and beauty of a play in the snow myself because I hate the cold wet stuff! Maybe its genetic...
I am a palynologist, a mother, and a wife -- not necessarily in that order. Recently moved from the UK and currently stranded in the Midwest. Good job in a less than perfect location.
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