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New England Spring

Spring and I are fighting. I've had it up to my muffed ears with this come & go thing! One day it's sweatshirt weather. The next snowsuit.
And it's tricky too. Cause you can wake up to a bright glow of sunshine that warms even your bones...only to go outside and feel the bitter cold. Spring in New England.

Like Saturday for instance. The sun was shining. The sky was gleaming blue. So we buckled up & headed to the park for a nice romp at the playground.

Woulda been nice but for the whipping wind & frost bite on our noses!

So I put out a vote. Show of hands for hot cocoa & munchkins at Dunkin?

Everybody was in favor except for Toby...

Who would have preferred bunking on the swing longingly watching the "big boys" playing ball. He's such a dreamer (that was mommy donated)...cause he really thought he stood a chance of being asked to play.


But instead of crushing his little dreams...I simply informed him that he lost the vote & someday when he's all grown up with a family of his own he can choose how a frosty family day would end.
But for us...it would be with chocolate warmed tummies!

Comments

Shanna Grimes said…
The weather has been similar here, only not quite that cold. We started out at 80 on Easter and the temperature has dropped back down to the 50's. I wish the weather would make up its mind!
Mama Skates said…
hey there, thx for the blog comment! i'll have to check out ur blogs today....as for the tag - just right click on the pic on my page, save the image....then go out to a site like photobucket.com and upload ur pic there.....you can edit it however u'd like, then it gives u an HTML code for ur pic....in setting up ur layout on blogger, u can add a page element - an HTML/JavaScript....add one of those and plug in ur code from photobucket....hope that helps! let me know if that makes sense ~sharon
blondie said…
LOVE that last photo of Toby! Too precious!
Danielle said…
Thanks Jenn!

It was even cuter in real life...but I tried. :O)

...danielle

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