From snowsuits to sunscreen in 4 days flat

I finally have an answer to the question I've been asking myself daily since March 15: "Will spring ever arrive?"

The answer is no.

We skipped spring and went directly to summer. Seriously. Tuesday morning, there was snow on the ground. By Friday, I was wearing sandals to work. Today it's 25 degrees C (77 degrees F), sunny and gorgeous. Quite a turnaround.

But for some reason or another, Henry doesn't want to play outside today. He's refusing to go the park. What almost-3-year old doesn't want to go to the park on a sunny Sunday afternoon? He claims he's still traumatized about the biting incident that took place at the park last fall, but I think I may have inadvertently fed him that excuse. He does talk about it from time to time, though, so maybe he really is scared that he'll run into that kid again. Who knows. I guess we'll just forget about the park and drag him, kicking and screaming, to play in the yard.

Kids are so weird.