Four months and six days after the last time - it snowed.
But, who's counting? Right?
While the girls have spent a lot of time outside mucking around, Hoss sits inside and does this:
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This boy can eat. Period. |
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"Who you makin' fun of?" |
Big Boy has life figured out and can pretty much run this show from his high chair. We all just work for him, anyway.
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Notice the grey hue in all these photos? It's a color we know too well. |
After three days of snow, wet, and muck my girls have been singing Christmas carols at the top of their lungs and I quietly weep into my coffee.
Truly though, Alberta is a fine place to live and our summer is quite lovely. It generally falls mid week - between a Monday and a Thursday.We love those three gentle days.
She ain't for the faint of heart.