Thursday and Friday

Thursday: We overslept and did not make it storytime at the library. We tried to play outside a bit (Hannah played, I shoveled) and then tried to walk Petey a little bit. I asked Hannah not to eat the dirty snow off of driveways or the roadside and she tried to be sneaky. I caught her with some gray slush in her hand on it's way to her open mouth. I said, "You're not listening. I told you not to eat the dirty snow." Without looking at me she said with tongue protruding, "I 'ot eating it. I 'icking it." We turned around and came home. The whole neighborhood could hear that Hannah did not want to go home and she went straight down for a late quiet time.

Friday: We tried to play in the backyard but the barking, growling, aggressive dogs next door made that an unpleasant experience. Later on, we went into the front yard and played in the few minutes of sunshine that we were given.