This is our backyard posing as the North Pole after the onslaught of a full 10 inches of snow yesterday. With Joe loudly suffering from a bout of the flu and Milo bouncing off the walls from cabin fever rage (think roid rage without anger, illegal drugs, and huge muscles) we had a very very long day. Today's another day and Joe's back at work, the M-Dawg is practicing April Fool's pranks on all his buddies at school, and I'm slowly warming up to my newest friends: the characters in my latest writing venture. It's a dark piece, so it's proving difficult to fully engage my characters, but it's a fun challenge. I can't believe I've put off writing for so long and I'm just so happy to have this opportunity at this point in my life.
So, speaking of characters, Milo was a hoot this morning. As we headed out the back door to make the five minute walk to school he reminded me of that kid in the Christmas story. You know, the little brother who couldn't put his arms down at his sides because his mom stuffed him into all sorts of winter wear. Well, Milo dresses himself and he totally outdid the mom from a Christmas Story...so much so, in fact, that I was afraid we'd have to get a subscription to the Lifeline Emergency Button just in case he fell.
Anyway, he decided that he'd walk two steps and then jump into the snow, flail about a bit, and then walk two more steps. It was a hilarious scenario and he was like a puppy in the snow for the very first time. It took us almost twenty five minutes to make the normally five minute trek. I thought it was hilarilous, that is, until the Four Foot Terror Known As Milo actually picked up a huge glob of snow and attacked his poor, defenseless, adorable, and quite likeable mother. Here I was doing my motherly duty and doting on my beautiful son when the little terror actually attacked me from behind and proceeded to stuff snow down my back. I don't believe I've ever felt cold as I felt it at that particular moment.
I guess it's finally time to tell him the truth about that boogy man I've invited to live in his closet.
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That looks beautiful but I'm glad I'm not in it. It's a pleasant 66 degrees here and we expect highs of 77 tomorrow, which is actually warmer than I'd like. But then again, I shouldn't complain. Stay warm!
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