So yesterday, we waited. Aaaaaand we waited. And because I had a momentary lapse of judgement, I told the kids we were waiting on snow. So while we waited I fielded questions about the snow all. freaking. day. "Snow, mommy? When, mommy? Now, mommy? Where's it, mommy?" Finally, around 5:00 last night, flurries. The kids were thrilled. I got all excited, too. Planned to bake cookies today, make my coffee at home (because we most certainly were NOT driving around the mountains in a BIG HUGE SNOW STORM), play board games, maybe dig around the basement for my tubs of Christmas decor and take inventory .... basically, hunker down and ride this snow out in the coziest possible way. And early this morning, we woke to overcast skies and some legit falling snow. WHEEEEE! I snuggled with MG in bed and watched it fall, sent J off to work begging him to drive slowly, take his time, blablabla. And it kept on snowing ...... fooooorrrrrrr about five minutes.
Then our yard looked like this.
Oh, gee, what a whopper.
The kids were semi-amused.
|wait, mom, we're calling this snow?|
|she's just excited because her boots are pink.|
mabel. not impressed.
vivian. plotting an escape.
anderson. mocking his baby sister.