Saturday, December 04, 2010
I'm in my warm house looking out the window at the little 2 year old girl across the street. Dad is in the garage and she has made her way about 6 ft along the house. There is at least 5 in. of snow on the ground and her little legs are almost covered in snow. Now dad has picked up 2 shovels; one is little for Laura. So she is helping dad shovel. She is so cute waddling around. Oh, oh big brother just came out. There is a change in plans, he is going to help dad. Here comes mom, she is instructing Danny about something, it most be the shoveling. Danny is only 4. Dad is so lucky to have so much help. Oh, oh now there is a snowball fight. Dad won. Laura has a toy sled (looks like a snowmobile) and Danny is shoveling again. Dad is back at shoveling. Danny thinks it time for another snowball fight, he is carrying a big piece of snow about the size of his head towards his dad. Dad directs him, as to, where to put the snow piece and I think he has everything under control. It is still snowing. The little chickadees are flying to the feeders and back to the crab apple tree. It is so pretty out. Just one of those days you are happy to be alive. I think I will dust off my treadmill and walk 30 mins.