The deck stairs around 11:00 yesterday morning.
Just like on the snow-free days, all Tucker wanted to do was chase his frisbee. He always came back with a snowy snout.
Morgan, too, did what she often does when the backyard isn't a winter wonderland.
She sought shelter once the novelty wore off. Smart puppy.
We went out behind the fence and saw some "actual children," as the McHusband said, way up the gasline path back there. We were so surprised at the absence of people, especially kids, on our street. When my sisters and I were growing up, we would've been outside with half the neighborhood by 9:00 in the morning.
After I took Morgan in, I saw that the McHusband was playing hide and seek with Tucker. Can you find the McHusband?
There he is!
Tucker has a hard time accepting that we're done playing with the frisbee. He'll just sit and stare at it, then look at you and back at it, and the message is very clear: "I see the frisbee, I want the frisbee, throw the frisbee."
Check out the helicopter game.
Morgan had fun with the not-so-soft ball.
We walked the dogs around 5:30 and the roads in the neighborhood were pretty treacherous so we'll be going into work a little late tomorrow. I'd rather have a snow day and stay home with HD Movies On Demand, but I don't think it's gonna happen.
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Oh, the magic of playing in the snow when it happens as infrequently as it does here in the south!
Plastic bags on the feet to help keep them dry, pieces of linoleum and cookie sheets aka sleds and of course the best of all, roasting marshmallows on coathangers in the kitchen fireplace swallowed down with a cup of hot chocolate.
Hang on to your remote -- seems there's a chance we'll have a repeat performance later this week!
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