It sure feels like Christmas in our little town this year. It snowed for two days straight last week, leaving the streets covered in beautiful white powder. The kids had slept over at Grandma's house on Friday and couldn't wait to get outside Saturday and enjoy the spoils. They bundled up and dove in. We had snowmen and snowforts, and Shawn even joined in the fun. Or should I say crashed the party. The last thing I told him before he went outside was not to throw snowballs in his kid's faces. I don't think he was outside for more than ten minutes before he nailed Britta right in the nogging, causing all sorts of crying and a string of events leading to an emotional breakdown by both Britta and Mom. I think next time we will just keep Shawn inside.
3 comments:
Sounds just like Shawn. Haha. That look in his face is a perfect depiction of how I would imagine him looking if he threw a snowball at me.
What are we going to do with Shawn? What are we going to do with the emotional Catmull girls???Who is to say...at least Jackson had fun.
hey stac, good job. does your blog have music? will keep checking.
love ya
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