I heard those two words this morning. It's funny how my perspective has changed. I used to pray diligently for snow days; now I HATE them. Once Lydia is older I can picture building snowmen, drinking hot chocolate, and making snow angels, but right now there's no routine, nowhere to go, and nothing to do. I have gotten so accustomed to Jonah attending school for three hours every morning (I know, it's marvelous) that it throws me all off when school is cancelled. So I decided early this morning that we were going to spend the day baking cookies. And that's what we did!
We're obviously not going to win any decorating awards, but he's awfully proud of his rocket ship, music note, pumpkin, egg, sailboat, etc.
We attempted a dinner out with friends tonight. We took the kids. That's a big deal for us. The occupational therapist told us a long time ago that we were doing a smart thing by sacrificing restaurants for Jonah's sake. He did okay. I guess he's growing up. He even said, "Excuse me, more milk" to the server without much prompting from me.
Maybe the snow day wasn't so bad.
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