Snow Day in the desert. (Yes, at the beginning of January. I know.)
Me and Frankie went to my Mom's and played in her yard. Frankie was especially excited about having a snowball fight. I was glad we had this little bit of snow fun time since we didn't make it to the cabin this year over Christmas or New Years.
After the picture my Mom took of Frankie and I with the snowman, he wanted to add a few more touches. Including grabbing a bird out of one of Mom's pots, and declaring that the snowman needed a hat.
On Martin Luther King Day, we joined some of my family at the red rocks for a picnic and what Frankie has decided to call a "hike-out." I was *shingle-ing at the time, so I was so grateful for my neice and nephews taking care of my boy while he ran around. It was so nice to be outside on such a beautiful day.
Hunter is so awesome to play with Frankie and help him out. It makes my heart happy to see this 16 year old kid being such a good cousin. Frankie adores him.
*Still shingle-ing, if you were wondering. We're in week five now, yay! For the last few weeks it's been a second round, which the dermatologist said is actually a different kind of rash. It basically feels like a more mild version of the shingles, only SO ITCHY. Sometimes I want to lose my mind. Hopefully this is over soon. But hey, it could be worse.
