|All bundled up at 6am Sunday. They'll be hot when|
they get off the plane in LA, but it was -13C here.
Anson and I went out for a fun-in-the-snow morning today. It had warmed up to -3C so it felt lovely out and Anson didn't want his hat.
|Point a camera at Anson and he says 'cheese'|
|His hands really aren't that big. He wanted to wear my gloves.|
At the back of the school I found some icicles hanging out of Anson's reach so I broke one off for him. I don't know if he has experienced icicles before but he sure liked the one I gave him. It tasted as good as the snow he layered on it.
There was a large ice mass hanging by the downspout. Ice was melting and dripping into a self-made ice cup way up at the top of the fall. Anson sat down to watch it and listen to the sound of the water dripping. I guess maybe he did need his hat on - look how red his poor little ear is. Oh well, next time.
He's a fun and interesting grandson to have...not too great at interpersonal relationships but here's how I know he loves me. Several times a day he comes up to me, wraps his arm around my neck, and sings his Grammie song - 'rock-a-bye Grammie in the tree top, when the wind blows, etc'. He's our special boy.