Oh, and a cookie eating day.
Sunday was equally relaxing (excluding Keith doing a bunch of shoveling) and we took some time to play outside in the snow while Elliott slept in his swing. We managed to take a few pictures, and then we set the camera back inside and just had fun.
There was enough of a crust on the snow that Colter could slide down sans sled.
Me, not so much.
We could also give him a good push and he would glide right down our only slightly inclined yard.
And crash into a snow pile and lay like a turtle on his back.
Colter had a really tough time walking in the crusty snow, traipsing out to the middle of the yard only to turn around and wail, "How do I get back?" We cracked up a little bit before we went and rescued him.