We have dove headfirst into winter and anticipating Christmas. Yesterday we got 14.5 inches of snow. Wyatt played outside for an hour and half...without even coming to the door one time. I don't think that has ever happened, even in the summer. He always is asking for something or some help. He was busy building a snow fort with Nick, next door neighbor. Drake joined in as well, but was more excited about the thrill of going down the neighbor's slide with great speed, as it was slick already and the snow pants made him even go faster.
Kenna has been swooning over Nick lately. When he comes over, she follows him around, complimenting him on his shirt or toys, or anything, and talking in this flirty, high-pitched voice. Totally hilarious.
When I brought Drake to school the other day, we had quite a funny moment. He is supposed to go wash his hands before playing. I walked over to the sink with him and he started to pull his pants down a little. Quicker than words could pour out of my mouth in astonishment, he casually said, "Oops, wrong thing," and pulled them up and started washing his hands. It was hysterical.
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