Sunday we took a snowy walk. Bet you can’t guess where?
Though Roy McCoy comes in a close second.
When I told the boys he was a baby and that he only lived three weeks,
J exclaimed, “Good thing Gabriel’s still alive!”
In Ohio, you sometimes have to take the sun wherever you can get it. This is our sunset stone.
We (I) did a lot of math because Jonah wanted to know how old each person was when they died,
which required much scraping away of snow:
Any age over fifty warranted the exclamation, “That’s a long time!”
We had a good discussion about rebar, too.
As G’s imaginary friend is named Car Grass, we were excited to discover a distant relation:
I really don’t tell him to pose.