To fight cabin fever, we went out to play. In the deep, deep snow. Actually, this was before the snowing was over; we've got 17 inches, now, and I think these pictures were taken around 12 inches.
She couldn't walk far in the thigh-deep snow, and when she tipped into a drift, I thought it would be time to go in. Instead, flipped over and dogpaddled through the snow.
Then she rolled over again, buried her legs and laughed hysterically. 
It's goods to have a four year old around to remind me of the joy of snowstorms.
Then she rolled over again, buried her legs and laughed hysterically. It's goods to have a four year old around to remind me of the joy of snowstorms.
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