Proud of my San Diego boys

We're in a patch of fairly wintry weather -- high winds + snow which looks and feels an awful lot like a blizzard to this California girl. In actuality, it's probably pretty tame as far as Buffalo winter weather goes.

We spent yesterday inside because the weather was a nasty combination of high winds, rain, icy rain, and ice pellets. This morning was better, but not by too much -- the snow that fell last night was being whipped up into a swirling, frozen mist by the 50mph wind gusts. The boys asked to go outside, but I didn't think we'd last more than a few minutes before they begged to come back in.

So, we got all suited up in snow gear and headed outside, and Jack and Thomas were in heaven. It was colder than they've ever experienced (probably in the teens with the wind chill), and every time they threw a snowball the wind would blow it right back into their faces (that was amusing to watch, I admit!). But not one complaint or whine --they rolled around in the snow, slid down banks of plowed snow, etc. and were sad when it was time to come inside. I had such fun just watching them tumble around like 2 midget Michelin men :). Being so far from home, from family and friends, has been and will continue to be difficult, but I'm grateful for little adventures like these that are only possible because of our move.

Peter wasn't quite as thrilled with the snow as Jack and Thomas were. He kept looking at the doors to other people's apartments and saying "Door?", hoping that I might open one of those doors and let him get inside out of the cold. He did manage to keep his mittens on today, but only because he refused to move at all when I sat him down in the snow. It reminded me of something a small dog (ahem ... Ali?) or a cat might do if plunked down in the snow.

The more I think of it, the more Peter's personality reminds me of a cat :). He has sort of an aloof approach to life, he's independent (unless he needs or wants something, and then he follows me around yowling "Mammy! Mammymammymammy!). He loves to climb on top of things he's not supposed to, and then look at me pointedly as if to ask "What are you going to do about this?". He is one funny little guy.