The snow really did dump on us, and Kent spent a good part of the day snow-playing-- I mean plowing. Can't help but think a little of his inner child takes over on these days-- an opportunity to relive his sandbox glory days-- only with a little icier medium to play in and bigger tractors to drive.
The kids entertained themselves by covering the kitchen floor with all the puzzles they could put together. Made me think, perhaps all I really need to do to get new flooring is start building huge puzzles and gluing them to the floor. Can't be much worse than tripping over the cracks in the linoleum.
They spent some time outdoors in the super high drifts, but the temps are super cold so that was short lived. However, they worked off all their energy wrestling with their dad. No glasses or feelings got hurt, so I guess it was a successful end to the night.
