Which means that the Louisiana girl in me is leaning more towards Arkansas than she is to her roots. Because Louisiana people get worried if the temps dip into the 40s.
Truthfully though, I've actually been quite grateful that the temps this year have been rather mild. After last winter, I swore up and down that I would never complain about the hot weather again. Being stuck inside for days upon end with young boys is very similar to forms of torture (this is my personal opinion, not based upon experience, other than the stuck inside with boys part).
Last week my boys were granted their winter wish of being able to play in snow. I was grateful that the precipitation fell as snow and not ice, as some were predicting could happen. All three boys were besides themselves with glee. Tyler would repeatedly exclaim "NOOOOO!!!!" as he looked out of the windows. It was so cute. Unfortunately for Ty, we don't have the best set of gloves for his little hands, so he didn't last too long outside the first day. But he still seemed to enjoy himself, and despite his little fingers being frozen like popcicles, threw an epic fit when he came inside and realized his outside fun was over.
The last of the snow melted over this past weekend, and I'm now officially ready for spring and summer. Keeping my fingers and toes crossed that last week's snow was our one and only snow of the season ;)
