Daddy was hanging out with Miller and so proud that his boy was practicing his video game skills.
When we were back in Knoxville, we got a pretty decent snow. I bundled up Miller so he could go and try it out. I had to pick him up and stick him in the middle of it and then he would not touch it. Once he touched it, he was so confused as to why his hands were cold.
He is not supposed to touch the blinds (the blanket is to keep the room dark for his naps) but he is a rule breaker.
The next week we had an ice storm. The only good thing that came from it was that it looked pretty.
When we got home, a couple of days later my dad came to town for work. He brought our old carseat that was borrowed in Knoxville. It sat in our dining room and randomly he will go in and lounge in it.