Burrrrrrr....

Unless you've been hibernating all winter, you've probably experienced some really cold weather lately. All our peeps down south have been miserable and stuck inside for days due to the recent frigid temps (to which we say, "Welcome to our world, friends"). We up here in the Midwest (some of those same peeps would call it "The North") have been lucky not to have had nearly as much snow as the East Coast, but we've had our fair share. I do have to say, though, that being a Florida native and much preferring the heat to the cold any day, I have had zero point zero zero zero interest in sledding or playing much in the snow the whole time I have lived here. Phil hasn't had much more than I, but the other day he decided he wanted to take Luke sledding for the first time. When Phil told me where he wanted to take him, I reminded him that that very small hill led right into a very busy road and that it might not be the safest. He thought about it and then decided it was too late in the evening anyway, and that maybe they'd try it another day. Instead, he decided to take Luke to one of his all-time favorite places, especially now that it has been so off limits because of constant snow. Where might this awesome place be?? Well, if you guessed the shed in our backyard, then you are the winner! Yes, the shed, or the "barn" as Luke calls it, is a beloved place in Lukeland because it houses the almighty lawn mower...and visiting the lawn mower is AWESOME. Duh.

Here is the journey in pictures. I know you can't wait.


All bundled up sausage style and checking on how the swing has been doing all winter.


Zoning in on the beloved barn...


...and taking off!


Daddy runs to catch up.


Unlocking it together.


The anticipation is just killing you, I am sure, but wait for it....





THERE IT IS!!!
THE LAWN MOWER!!!


So exciting that he lost a mitten and didn't even notice or care.


Daddy had had enough of the freezing cold and took off.


Wait? What do I do now?


Daddy come back!!


Oops! Face plant.
Now was the time that he realized he had lost a mitten and totally freaked out when he saw his bare hand completely covered in snow. It was hilarious, but I couldn't get a good picture.


The next best thing to the lawn mower, in Luke's opinion, is the snow blower. He has quite the love/hate relationship with it. At this point he was begging to turn the snow blower back on (Daddy had already cleared the driveway while I was bundling Luke up). Knowing that Luke would hate the loudness of it once it was turned on, we tried distracting him by taking pictures.


Luke's lisp captured on camera. Adorbs.


Mommy looks like a giant stepped on her head, and Luke can't take his eyes off the snow blower.


Sooooooooooo....we finally obliged and turned it on.

This was the result:



The hate part of "love/hate".


Poor little scaredy cat!