welcome to my internet home. this blog used to be cool, with insights about mental health, social policy, pop culture and the like. now, it's a chaotic collection of my mis-spelled, scribbled-down notes on motherhood (who has time to proof read?). it's over-ran with goldfish cracker crumbles, slobery wet kisses, and un-edited pictures. and i would have it no other way. feel free to laugh and cry along side me while I balance a practice (mental heath) and motherhood, and their interconectedness

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Snow Play

Dear Lyla, a few days after our first snow storm of the year, we decided we better get serious and go play before it was gone! A good 20 minutes later we were all bundled and ready for play.  You looked so cute in your gear.  We got lucky because Lottie was napping, so we set out to make a snowman.  The snow was perfect for snowman making.  I packed some random items to serve as eyes, a nose, and buttons.  You got such a kick out of putting them on the snowman.  It was quite the feat trying to shove the tiny gems in the snow with your mittens on but you did it.  You were so proud of your snowman and would run to the sliding glass door several times the following day to check on your snowman.  It was a sad day when you woke up on a seasonably warm day, to find your snowman wasn’t there.  I told you he was sleeping and luckily you accepted that.  You’re such a sweetheart.  And freakishly smart!  You thought about that snowman for days!

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