It's not like sand, Mama

Seventy-one (yes, that's 71) inches of snow requires some special equipment.

Looks a little different than our last home and frontyard.

How amazing to have claimed both sand and snow as your own, and you're not yet four years old.


A Bumbling Mama Re-Enters the Workforce After Three Years On An Island

Them: "Mama! Are you going to your work at the Science Moo-Seum Water Park?"

Me: Yes.

Them: "We want to come too! We can come to the Science Moo-Seum Water Park after school, Mama?"

Me: Well, maybe.

Them: "We can come to your office with the LEGO's, Mama?"

Me: Sure, sometime.

Them: "Why do you get to go to work and we don't?"

Me: I don't get to play in KidSpace unless you are there with me. I probably will have meetings today."

Them: "Mama, remember when we went to the Science Moo-Seum with our cousins and danced on the lights? We can do that again?"

Me: Yes, of course.

Them: "Tomorrow?"

Me: Probably not tomorrow. They live far away."

Them: "Mama, we like the Science Moo-Seum. When we get Bigger we can go to work there, too."