On Sunday M planned to take Emma out to play in the freshly fallen snow. Instead of the predicted 20"-30" we got about 10"-12". M probably spent two hours outside by himself preparing for Emma. He built a snow fort and then he dragged an old tire up and down the hill to crush down a path for Emma's sled. I was afraid he was going to run out of energy before she even got outside. When she finally did go out they had fun for another hour or so.
By the evening M was beat. He got dinner, gave Emma her bath and story, and then fell asleep on the couch. He had to ask me the next morning who won the Super Bowl. I only knew because I got the push notification on my iTouch. He saw about 20 minutes of the Super Bowl and I saw maybe an hour. Oh well.