white stuff

The first snow of the season came yesterday.  It was only two-inches, but because it has been so cold lately every last flake stuck to the roads, which meant that school let out early yesterday and was delayed two hours this morning.  I guess it has something to do with my Minnesotan upbringing, but I am one of those people who generally loves snow (20-inches at a time I could do without, but I rather like these little storms). 

I love the contrast of the white background in the pictures of my kids.  

I love how excited they are to see their breath and make  funny nose prints on the frosty windows.

I love that my kids have gotten more fresh air and exercise than they have in weeks.  Somehow the cold seems so much more bearable when there's fluffy white stuff on the ground as well. 

I love that they giggle and play together for hours on end. 

I love them all bundled up in their cute snow clothes. 

and I love how totally and completely excited they are about everything all at once--about being off school, about being outside, about being together, about throwing snowballs in their sisters' faces, etc. 

And my only beef with the snow....

It doesn't matter how little or big the snowstorm is, it is completely inevitable that our microscopic entry way will look like this before long.

On the bright side though, my shoving skills are getting quite sharp again.  You'd be surprised at how much stuff can squeeze into that little space between the shelves and the stairs.   



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