These pics are from last week on a lovely day that reached the low seventies. Swinging, sandboxing, hanging out at the bottom of the slide, swinging, sandboxing, and saying hello to the neighbor's plastic owl that sits on top of a pole near their driveway.
Thats what we like to do outside when it hits seventy degrees.
That weekend I promptly headed to a big garage sale and bought the girl some summer appropriate shoes. Because brown boots can only get you so far in life.
AND! I think later this week it's supposed to hit 80 at some point! Now just think about that. Eighty degrees. What a world. We'll whip those new sandals right out.
Never mind about the 5" of snow that fell last night and currently covers the yard. Never mind about that.