"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Thursday Isaiah played at his friend Beck's house, so we walked him down in the snow. Both kids ran in their boots and coats, hopped in snowdrifts, and stomped in all of the puddles in the gutters. Charlotte refused to be carried because it was so much fun to follow in her brother's footsteps.

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