Boots

Last weekend, we had some relatively warm days. Eric took Helen out a couple times and even though she didn't get into the snow, she wore her boots. They're really meant for next winter, so it's hard for her to walk in them, but loves putting just one of them on and running around the house saying "boo" for boot.

She liked touching the snow, but got upset when it wouldn't come off her fingers just by shaking her hand. Way more exciting than the snow was the ambulance that went zooming past the house. She still talks about it whenever there's a lull in the conversation. She looks at us very seriously, twirls her finger in the air and says, "woo woo woo!" Then we have a long talk about ambulances and sirens.

On the lookout: