It was so beautiful out on Thursday, we had to go outside. Even though there were still a few feet of snow in the backyard.
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Noah was undeterred. And, as usual, had a running commentary.
And then he was off.
I was impressed - he fell down a lot and got stuck a few times, but never got upset. He just leaned on his shovel and went on his way, not missing a beat in his narration.
Eva and I, on the other hand, preferred to sit back and watch. Or snooze.
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