The Snowy Day

Woke to 4 inches  of snow this morning.  So what better to start the day than a snuggle under the covers with a good story.  Baby boy read to  moma this morning, THE SNOWY DAY by Ezra Jack Keats.

  Later after breakfast we decided to write a poem about none other than snow of course. This is what my little man came up with.

I can feel it in the water

It was like a brain freeze.

It was a day I loved.

Pretty good for a 6 year old I say.

Later, writing a letter to his pen-pal who is also his best bud.

Then milking the cow with Dad

Then gathering the eggs.

Then making cheese for supper.

Home made pizza on this very cold evening.

Typical day for us, and we love it.