It snowed on and off for most of the weekend.
I may have gotten drunk on my peppermint cocoa in an effort to drown out my sorrows. (not that I would ever publicly admit to such a thing... eh hem)
It worked a little, but now I have a serious problem. I'm almost out of cocoa.
Guess I better buy a bigger can next time.
But despite my ever wrinkled nose over the unwelcome sight that felt the need to invade my pre-halloween holiday cheer, the kids had... a... blast.
Seriously, you have no idea.
While I didn't enjoy the snow itself, I enjoyed the fact that the kids loved it. Especially Claira who is now old enough to enjoy her snowy surroundings.
I mean seriously? How does one survive so much cuteness?
Oh... right. Now I remember.
And then there was a whole lot of this happening. See the snowballs in her blanket?
Ya... it was everywhere in the house. There were probably three or four bowls of it with spoons sticking out as my kids munched on it like a gourmet souffle'.
Now, if I were to say my kids played in it day and night, I would mean it literally. We couldn't get them to quit!
My cocoa hang-over didn't appreciate that very much.
But watching them all play in the snow ever so happily was a good way to start the day.
It only got a little dicely when Claira decided to eat the head off Savannah's first snowman of the year.
Seriously, you'd think Claira had literally eaten Savannah's head off with all the weeping that followed.
She would later build a giant snowman, complete with a carrot nose, just to make sure Claira couldn't eat the head off again.
I can't tell you how sad the kids are that the snow has now melted all away.
Me? I think I can lay off the cocoa for a little while.