Our recent cold weather has produced a sheen of ice on many surfaces, including this lake. I let Desert Boy go out and find out what ice is like. He slid around...
...but liked to stay out on the ice.
But he found it's not easy to walk and crashed. He can say the words "ice" and "crash." He got to practice them a lot.
A fall doesn't faze him, he's up and at it again.
Until the next crash. Nevertheless, he didn't want to leave---until his hands got cold. That's another word "cold," usually accompanied by whimpering. We've tried to explain the use of mittens, but he thinks they're just in the way. 
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Cherish every moment!
We just left Adam off at the airport to go back to Army Training....sniff It's hard!
Every time I see a picture of Desert Boy, I just want to squeeze him!!
A little bird told me that tomorrow's post should be a really fun one!
UA
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