Saturday Download

Ahhhhh! There it is. Winter. Real, fluffy, cold . . . winter. Xyla saw this and said, "SNOW! I LOVE SNOW!" I said, "I know you do." She said, " We go for a walk, NOW!" I told her we should probably get dressed first.

Once I got her to stop long enough to put clothes on her we headed out the door. She went down the stairs and didn't walk on any of the sidewalks that she didn't have to. She was in the snow all the way and more of a run than a walk.

Then she saw random snow sitting on the benches out in the court yard and had to plunge her hands into it . . .

. . . and wipe it all off.

She was somewhat satisfied with the way the snow was sticking and I showed her how to make a snowball. I did not, however, have to show her what you do with a snowball. Apparently that comes automatically and right in the gut if you aren't paying attention.

Then she told me to "stay right there". She ran away from me quite a ways and dropped down and started making a snow angel. She is so good at those. She asked me to help her out (so as not to wreck the angel) then demanded that I make one of my own. So I did. I was rather impressed that I remembered the formula for helping yourself up and out of the angel so as not to break it and then . . .

I turned around and she said, "I am kicking your angel." AWWWWWHHHH! Man. But then . . .

She volunteered to make a new one and told me to kick hers. Now we are even-ish.