We heard the latest gossip that the Groundhog did NOT see his shadow, so we're hoping the snow melts sometime before Independence Day. Eamon has the same ideas, I guess, because I sent him off to get dressed early last week and he came out of his room wearing this get-up (and then refused to stand on both feet because "I can balance forever if you want!")
The next day we got even more snow, and so he dressed like THIS. We did have a warm day this week (in the 40s!) but the deep freeze returned shortly after. Liam is thrilled, the changing temps have made the driveway a veritable ice rink and he's been BEGGING me to take him skating (really he asked us to MAKE an ice rink in the backyard, but that is just not going to happen). This morning as I gingerly picked my way across the ice flows trying to walk the boys to the bus stop without falling (for the umpteenth time this winter), Liam did his absolute BEST to slip and slide and fall down. It's easier to pick yourself back up when 1) you're only a few feet off the ground anyway and 2) you were born a daredevil. We'll give it a few more weeks to see if Punxsutawny Phil is right after all.