Me: "Patrick, say Momma!"
Me: "Say Momma!"
Patrick: "Daddy! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"
Me: "Maaaaaaa Maaaaaaaaa!"
Patrick: (giggling) "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"
I no longer trust the percentages for snowfall given on our security system panel. After 20% chance of snow turned into something like half a foot a week or so ago I'm looking at anything over 2% as a reason to look for the almost inevitable flurries that start drifting out of the sky.
Although snow I'm okay with as long as the temperature is above 20. That's my little winter request at the moment.
"Okay winter, I won't mind you, just don't go below 20 degrees and we're cool? And 23 feels like -5 doesn't count."
See. Winter has me talking to it now like it's a person. Which I'm pretty sure is a sign of February induced insanity.
Even more cuteness... cheesy cuteness:
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