He had a bit of "stranger danger" at first and stuck close to daddy.
But it wasn't long before he had warmed up to his great grandmother and was playing Peek A Boo and walking around her house like he owned the place.
She absolutely loved seeing Hunter and it was so sweet seeing them together. We need to make a point of taking him over there more often. It's been tough this winter since one of us is always sick and Lord knows we don't want to bring any germs to a 92 year old.
On Monday Hunters daycare was closed for MLK day and I was able to telework. Despite the very cold weather we did get a quick stroller walk in to get some fresh air and ease a bit of stir craziness on both of our parts.
I was cleaning out part of our office/storage/disaster room and found some of my baby pictures and it seems that Hunter may be my child after all. Above are photos of each of us at around 11 months old.
Yesterday morning we woke up and actually had a little bit of snow on the ground. For once the weatherpeople predicted (somewhat) right. Even though we've had some flurries here and there this is the first "real" snow that Hunter has seen. So I let him check it out for a few minutes before taking him to daycare.
He seemed fascinated at first.
Even a bit excited.
But then after falling down and getting his pants a bit wet he wasn't quite so into it anymore. In this pictures he's even saying "mama mama" in a concerned voice. Poor thing.
We're supposed to get more snow this afternoon so hopefully we'll get a chance to actually play in it a bit. Oh and next Wednesday it should be 60 degrees. Go figure.