Yesterday we heard each of our grandchildren. Grace said she was coloring, was going to have poptarts for lunch (Brad thought not!), and then was going to play with her baby dolls. Jackson told us about the piles of rain (puddles) that he could see out the window. He counted four. Colter said "bye" to us - such a soft little voice. A while later I got to hear Mack say rain - he kind of clears his throat and growls when he says it.
I think Jackson's piles of rain have now changed to piles of snow - a rare event for their area in NC but it has happened twice this winter!