The Sun is Going Down

Waneeke looked out of one of the picture windows today and said, "Ew, gross, yucky dog poop." Yup honey, tell your dad to get on that will you?

Later she looks out the window and says, "On no Mom, the sun is going down." And then she runs to her room, gets dressed in 30 seconds or less and heads off to find her ski pants.

I guess she has figured out that once the sun goes down, she can't go out and play.

We sort of tag team watching them play and at one point she was being pulled along the ice/snow by Curly. He had her mitten in his mouth and they were just going.

I love that they can go out like this. I felt really bad last year when I was working and too tired to take them out of the house. I think there were a few weeks when they only had inside to play. This is much nicer.