Lost in the woods
At the end of this mild winter, a (near-)blizzard.
I took Samuel outside to empty out the mailbox. The wind blew some coupon sheets out my hand. I had to chase them across the snowy driveway, bending over several times, almost flipping Samuel upside-down.
It was a high point for him. He also enjoyed watching the Champions League (Real Madrid 1, Manchester City 2; red card to Sergio Ramos).
Most of the day, Samuel was extremely grouchy, but at night he turned on the charm, smiling broadly and lying back in his chair with his hands behind his head (how he learned to do that, I’m not sure).
Karin has been listening to this song from Frozen II. I can’t help but recall Michael W. Smith.
I took Samuel outside to empty out the mailbox. The wind blew some coupon sheets out my hand. I had to chase them across the snowy driveway, bending over several times, almost flipping Samuel upside-down.
It was a high point for him. He also enjoyed watching the Champions League (Real Madrid 1, Manchester City 2; red card to Sergio Ramos).
Most of the day, Samuel was extremely grouchy, but at night he turned on the charm, smiling broadly and lying back in his chair with his hands behind his head (how he learned to do that, I’m not sure).
Karin has been listening to this song from Frozen II. I can’t help but recall Michael W. Smith.