From Frostbite to Sunburn in A Week

 

This is what it looked like on Monday morning. As an act of love and service I scraped all the snow off Ryan's car. With a piece of cardboard. From our recycling bin. Without gloves. In my pajamas. OK, not so much an act of love and service as an act of stupidity. I hope that he felt my good intentions.

I was too lazy to go up in the attic and retrieve the snowpants and boots I had put up there after our last big snow (January 19) so the boys didn't really get out to romp in the snow. It was awfully pretty once the sun came out, but still bitingly cold. The snow stuck around for two or three days and then...the temperature began to rise. It got up to the MID 80s!!! by the weekend. Yeah, now that's more like it!

 

This afternoon I took the boys to Falls Lake to throw rocks. Now, I'm telling you, this NEVER gets old. I don't know why this is, but it is the gosh awful truth. Men of all ages can be entertained with this simple formula: water + projectiles = fun.  My own dad cannot pass a body of water without trying to skip a stone or throw a penny in for good luck. In college I lived in an MIT fraternity house one summer and the guys used to go up on the roof and shoot waterballoons down Beacon Street with a slingshot it took three guys to operate. My boys are still at the age where actually getting the rock to land in the water is still a thrill to them (and somewhat thrilling in the sense of presenting a real danger) to bystanders. Good times.