He loved the ice storm until he went sledding down our street and got an ice burn on his hand. Then it was over.
Isn't this precious!? He loves his "candals," as he calls them.
He was my +1 at a clergy spiritual retreat - we went down for the evening and introduced him to everyone.
Bookworm life! This makes me so indescribably happy. My kids won't travel anywhere without at least two books apiece.