It’s (S)Nowing

We hung out with my mom this weekend in Auburn.  Still, Brandon’s favorite answer to any question is “NO.”  It’s frustrating to hear; occasionally he will answer, “Yea,” which is half way there.  While still not, “Yes” it’s better than the standard answer.  So my mom heard him say, “Yea” and tried to correct him.  I told her I didn’t like hearing “Yea” either, but it’s so much better than “No” that I’d take it and cut my losses.  When he really wants something, I’ll take the time to correct him, and he will repeat, “Yes, Mommy,” which is music to my ears. 
So a treat this weekend was to go find snow.  So we drove 30 minutes toward Reno in search of snow.  We stopped the first chance we got when we saw it.  A bonus was that it was snowing when we stopped!  This was the first time Brandon has gotten to play in it.  When he woke up, he looked around and said, “It’s (s)nowing,” (note: he uses a silent “S”).  He’s seen it from the Tahoe condo before, but was too young to play.  If you do so, you may get the normal viagra no prescription version of this medicine. These treatments can help everyone no matter what is the concern. cheapest levitra http://abacojet.com/category/number-of-seats/8/ Its consumption aids facilitates the blood circulation of the penis shaft is the most buy cialis tadalafil sensitive part. In such cheap tadalafil tablets Related drugstore families, the children get messages of disapproval through constant criticism rather than messages of approval and warmth. So he was all bundled up, with two hats and little mittens.  My mom, Dave and I were layered, but none of us had gloves, which made it a little difficult since it was pretty cold out.  We had some snow saucers that my mom and cousins had used last month.  We put Brandon in it on the flats and just pushed him between us.  Scaredy Cat, the one who hates the park swings, wanted off the saucer.  However, when he went on it with Dave or even with my mom, he was fine and had lots of fun.  He wanted to go over and over.  Then he got too daring and was trying to run in the snow.  He got a few steps, then wiped out on the hard ice.  Good thing he was so bundled up he had enough padding to soften the blow.  After a few more “runs” on the “slopes”, (aka: sliding 10 feet on a saucer that started on a mound of snow), we packed up and headed back to lower ground.  Next year, we’ll have Brandon tackle the real mountain.