Eleanor and I spent a long time this morning getting ready to go out and play in the snow. The total time we spent playing in the snow was less than five minutes. It had started melting by the time we went out and it was wet and mushy. The first thing she did was pick up a handful of snow (she has mittens, but hates wearing them).
Then she showed me the snow she found.
Then she was distressed that it didn't all get off of her. I think I should have called it ice, since that's a word she knows and loves.
In warmer news, Eleanor's Grandfather made this little desk for her. He had made little desks similar to this for my brother and me when we were little. I asked if those were still around. He found my old desk, but it was not good enough for Eleanor. She loves her little desk and will sit in it to read, eat, play with Play-Doh, play with other toys, or just to sit. She seems to have a system of "tables" now with her desk, the ottoman, the toilet lid, and a cabinet that used to hold our tv. All of the "tables" are about the same height. Various objects are constantly rotated through the system of "tables." The other day I walked into the bathroom and found waiting for me on the toilet lid a toy frog, a baby bottle, some lotion, a hair clip, and a tube of diaper rash cream.
Sometimes she even shares her desk with me.