I’m going to try to be better about blogging some of my personal photos this coming new year. I used to be good about it…before I had a teenage daughter who had an opinion as to what I could show people and what I couldn’t. She will be 15 next summer (insert chest pains) so she’s pretty opinionated these days. Not in a bad way, but just in a typical teenage girl way.
I spent yesterday morning shoveling up the mess we got, which, after living 8 1/2 years in Chicago, was pretty tame compared to many of the mornings (and afternoons, and evenings) I spent shoveling there. It was at least good for some snow playing, which my 8-year-old, Molly, and our 9-month-old Goldendoodle puppy, Jack, took full advantage of. It was our pup’s first experience with snow and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him happier. And he’s a pretty happy guy. He spent most of the time trying to eat as much snow as possible, and the rest of the time running at full speed through it like a Derby horse at Churchill Downs. Molly sent him inside when she decided to build a snowman because he kept trying to knock it down, and he sat on the rug by the front door watching her, crying and whimpering in misery at his punishment. I think it’s safe to say he is a snow lover. Now if only I could teach him how to shovel.