Yesterday was our first day home. Liam woke up at 3AM, which was only three hours after he went to sleep. And once he saw that it was snowing, there was no getting him back to bed! We waited until the sun came up before we stepped onto the porch. The falling snow was so pretty. It reminded me so much of the places I lived before where a heavy snowfall was only remarkable if school was closed, or if it happened in June. Liam waited patiently until 8:30, when it was late enough to call next door to see if we could borrow Devin's snow pants. But when when we finally went over to get the snow pants, Liam gave up on playing the snow; playing at D's house was much better.
After a while, we took both boys outside to build a snowman. The grownups did the work, but luckily Brian and I are both snow experts, having grown up in the midwest. Lester said he was used to smaller snowmen with only two segments. Shannon admitted she didn't really know where to start, having grown up here. But Liam and Devin were somewhat amused with the snowman, once he had a face and hat.
Liam is now totally confused about sand and snow. He interchanges the words, and he acts the same in both contexts. In sand, he was always trying to brush it from his feet. He was scared to walk on it at first, and he wouldn't touch it for an even longer time. He behaved the same with snow, except for being bundled up instead of stripped down. We played in the sand on Wednesday and in the snow on Friday. Tough life I guess.
It's good to be home, though waking up at 3am is tedious. I feel like the day is half over by the time the sun comes up. Liam made the time switch so quickly in Florida. It was like he has an internal clock that wakes him at 6:10 am every day, regardless of time zone. Anyway, I better get to unpacking. Photos soon.
