Yesterday morning, I got to wake my 3 year old up and tell him it snowed while he was sleeping. He’s not a morning person, but he gasped “What?!” and jumped from the couch (rough night… the only place he would finally settle down and sleep… sigh) and ran to the window to look out. He gleefully kicked at the slushy snow and kept yelling to Sylvi to come play. She was less enthused than him, but based on the wicked wind and blowing sleet, I couldn’t really blame her. Hopefully, the next time it snows here, she’ll get the full enthusiasm from us and maybe, just maybe she’ll run squealing through the yard, too.