No pictures of Thanksgiving, sadly, but I do have a few photos of little Dash playing in the snow. He (obviously) doesn’t remember the snow from last winter, so it’s a new experience all over again! And this year he can say the word, which is fun. All weekend long… “Snoow. Snoow. Snoow. Snoow. Snoow.” Every time he saw snow, which was every second we were outside. Lots of “snoows” as you can imagine.
Those are my brother’s Snoopy mittens from when he was two. Guess what? They even have a thumb hole! He was a thumb-sucker too. Maybe it’s genetic?
I even got him to smile for a few photos! Guess how? By making him say his new favorite word… “exercise!” He’s so proud of himself. Three syllables and everything.
See, because here’s what he normally looks like without a favorite word, terribly concered:
Hope everyone had a lovely holiday weekend. I can’t believe it’s time to plan for Christmas! I feel so behind.