Yesterday morning the boys decided to accompany me on my morning walk-around with Haley. The temperature was a brisk 33 degrees and there was frost on the patches of grass we passed as we weaved our way through the city and into a little neighborhood we enjoy walking in. The boys got to wear their new Christmas hats. By the end of the walk we were all wishing Santa would have brought mittens as well.
Carter liked how the sparkling white grass crunched under foot. Haley did not seem to appreciate the transformation her typically soft green grass had undergone and quickly did her business upon it and vacated back to the sidewalk. Carter, always the observer and enthusiast, made note in his loud little boy voice that Haley’s poop steamed nicely as it rested on the grass. At least he has an appreciation of the small details in life.
After we returned, cold handed and shivering, I made the boys some hot chocolate. I helped myself to the freshly brewed coffee Husband had made. There is nothing like cupping cold hands around a warm mug, be it hot chocolate or coffee.