"Well, is pleased Your Small forward to the snow," our secretary asked in Autumn.
Nope, I meant, firstly, it can be, even though he was born, while it snowed, remember, with its three-quarter years to no more snow, and second is "looking forward to something" was a somewhat abstract concept at that age. Whether he is pleased with snow, we were able to check soon, because it started to snow. It snowed one day, it snowed two days, it snowed for three days, all was the magnificent white and Baby B was not impressed in the least, the new weather seemed hardly noticeable. Then we started one morning in late November to the front door and Market streets were still under a white blanket, everything glittered, and suddenly stopped Baby B, are looked astonished, pointed to the snow caps on the fence, "Mommy, look sparkling!"
And he became friends with the foam, which he loved in the tub already, so there was time. He was indeed "cold, '" but that did not, not at all, he enjoyed it, to trudge through it, pick it up and throw, to be drawn from grandpa on the sled, sledding with us all along the dike, to feed the sheep in the garden with self-collected snow (the sheep preferred apples). All this for hours, even if we adults had long Eisfüße. "Foam, Mom!" The snow was
Advent, Christmas was snow after Christmas was snow, the snow finally resulting in images Wimmelbuch sense and the postcards with snow-covered trees. New Year was still snow, and as a baby as the evening was sitting in the tub, his head full of shampoo, he clapped both hands into the foam, spray white flakes was high and exclaimed: "! Mommy, look 'Nee'
Nope, I meant, firstly, it can be, even though he was born, while it snowed, remember, with its three-quarter years to no more snow, and second is "looking forward to something" was a somewhat abstract concept at that age. Whether he is pleased with snow, we were able to check soon, because it started to snow. It snowed one day, it snowed two days, it snowed for three days, all was the magnificent white and Baby B was not impressed in the least, the new weather seemed hardly noticeable. Then we started one morning in late November to the front door and Market streets were still under a white blanket, everything glittered, and suddenly stopped Baby B, are looked astonished, pointed to the snow caps on the fence, "Mommy, look sparkling!"
And he became friends with the foam, which he loved in the tub already, so there was time. He was indeed "cold, '" but that did not, not at all, he enjoyed it, to trudge through it, pick it up and throw, to be drawn from grandpa on the sled, sledding with us all along the dike, to feed the sheep in the garden with self-collected snow (the sheep preferred apples). All this for hours, even if we adults had long Eisfüße. "Foam, Mom!" The snow was
Advent, Christmas was snow after Christmas was snow, the snow finally resulting in images Wimmelbuch sense and the postcards with snow-covered trees. New Year was still snow, and as a baby as the evening was sitting in the tub, his head full of shampoo, he clapped both hands into the foam, spray white flakes was high and exclaimed: "! Mommy, look 'Nee'
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