We went on our morning walk at 6:30, then the boys had breakfast. Immediately after Ben left for work, the boys demanded some playtime. After about an hour of playing with the squeaky Kong football-tennis ball hybrid toy, I realized that they weren't going to give me any peace until we had a proper romp outside in the snow. So, I put my snow boots on, and off we went. Miles mostly wanted to play with his toy and chase me with it. Thurgood opted for a walk through the woods for his second outing of the day.
This is the best toy ever. It has an incredibly loud and long-lasting squeak, and it bounces like crazy. It's also St. Bernard-tough.
Last "winter" in Virginia, we didn't even get enough snow to put in a globe. Miles found a patch of ice one day on a shadowy patch of grass, and he rolled around on that little icy island like he was experiencing true ecstasy for the first time in his life. I felt like a bad mom. Raising Thurgood and Miles in the South was like keeping an alligator in Alaska -- generally a bad idea.
An abundance of trails to explore.
I think that all of us are excited about winter this year. I look forward to making snow angels with Thurgood, ambushing Ben with snowballs, and watching Miles feast on fresh snow. When my fingers freeze, I'll add some wood to the furnace and hang out with Miles while I work on a quilt.
The blueberry field this morning.
Yes, I know that the coming season will be intensely cold and challenging. I know that I'll have to experience a full winter in Vermont before I can truly understand what the hell I've gotten myself into. But I'm not gonna be a Negative Nancy. I'm gonna slap on some snowshoes and have me some fun.
