Saturday's weather blew in icy rain, belying Wednesday's balmy day. The Little Critter stood at the window, repeating his grandpa's words, "Cold and blowy!" Despite having dozens of toys, the little boy moved restlessly from one thing to another. His wails of protest at naptime drown out even the fierce winds outside. Trying to get some nutrition down him at dinnertime met with little success.
What we needed was a walk at the mall, and playtime at the large area set aside for children to run, jump, climb, and expend energy. We had an angel boy from the moment we entered the car. The spitting rain turned to snow as we hurried inside the mall, though it didn't last long. An hour and a half later, we returned home with our sweet boy. The crabface did not return.
Sunday mimicked Saturday, but mixed in brief periods of sunshine and less rain for variety. That evening, our grandson returned home with his mommy. We built a fire and snuggled before its warmth. Cold, rainy days make me appreciate our fireplace even more. To everything there is a season. Spring will be here soon, but reclining next to a toasty fire has it own merit.
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