Unlike the rest of the Wasatch front, we've not seen much in the way of "weather" this December. When we do get snow it's just a few flurries before breakfast.
But somehow even those few flurries are pretty magical to these boys. They are itching to play in some real snow.
I hope we can get some for them. It's funny how powerless you can feel as a parent sometimes. This is one of them. I cannot snow for them. No matter how I'd like to. I could perhaps drive them to where there is snow, but we'll save that as a last resort. The very thought makes me tired.
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