Will There Be Snow on my Birthday?
This has been the question ever since Ruby came. In Cleveland, you never know. Could be a blizzard. Could be 50 degrees. Who knows. Here’s the answer:
Look at that pile of snow
Queen of the mountainToday (day after), Ruby could not wait to dribble that ball outside. So - out she went. I went out to watch, and she was climbing to the top of the snow mountain, then tossing the ball, bouncing it in the driveway, before the ball landed in the snow pile on the opposite side of the driveway. We had piles of round craters in the snow pile - so funny!A really cute snowman