Always Winter, But Never Christmas

 It's at this point, every year we've lived in Northern Ohio, that I feel as if we've stepped into Narnia circa The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.  More snow, and a lot of it, has fallen...again.

Mom and Grandma each sent Blake a Valentine's card with a little cash inside.  We stopped by the toy aisle yesterday and came home with his very first remote controlled, er, spaceship.  His two year old interest zeroed in on this and a gun that made a lot of noise.  Thankfully the Toy Story franchise won out.

 He's getting the hang of it!

After having spent hours listening to this thing whir, run into walls and then rescuing it from under the TV stand repeatedly, I am thinking maybe the toy gun would not have been so annoying after all.