Emerson pronounces it "noooooooooooooo." Although it sounds a bit french like, "neau."But no matter how you say it, we've got a lot of it. I think we have almost 1.5 feet of snow on the ground. Not only does Emerson's love to roll around in it, he also loves to eat it. So, after it's fresh fallen, we'll gather a little scoop of it, and bring it inside. This is the same little boy who can't get enough of the ice cubes in my water. I can't drink ice water anywhere without an insistent Emerson asking for every one of my ice cubes. Maybe this is why I couldn't get enough ice while I was pregnant.
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