With a light dusting (slushing?), Desmond is eager to help shovel the walk
He did actually contribute to the snow (slushie?) removal effort
Eleanor wishing she was a part of the shovel party
After the walks are clear, Desmond dutifully volunteers to begin shoveling the front yard
Desmond shoveling the front porch. Fatherly pride: he moved the chairs up so he could clear out the rest. Smart fella.
Desmond taking his new “Desi-sized” shovel for a spin
Sister excels at “picking at stuff,” including the dinosaur decals on Des’ wall. When it unfortunately necessitated wall repair in one spot, Des lended a hand with the painting (aka, dad gambling)
After that, we wanted to “paint” all the things
“Reading” Dinosaurumpus! to baby sister
Even as this picture was being taken, Desmond was blissfully echoing dad’s advice: “No eat snow.” Yes, you’re the poster child for “don’t eat the [days old, mostly melted into the dirt] snow.”
Tummy on tummy time
Big brother outside stockpiling snowballs down by the garage, only to stomp on the them later
Time to warm up and read some Little Engine
Sister hanging out during bath time
Des running around in the snow after daycare
Mom talking with the baby in the mirror…
Family reading time
Des demonstrating more of his memorization by knowing the last word of each line in Clifford’s Birthday Party
Mom’s last day of maternity leave with this cute face
The 2″ of powder melted today beyond the “clumpable” stage to the “slipping off itself” stage. The result, the saddest mini snowman to date. Desmond, however, was enthralled.
Mom got all the snow gear. Totally prepared for that February blizzard.
Three days and a quarter-cake-eaten later, we lit the candles and sang the song. Des was surprisingly on-key. Also, mom makes the best angel food cake EVER.
Not going to be ready for bedtime for awhile.
Up past bedtime to check out the snow.
