Guys, the BLIZZARD was actually just a FLURRY. It looks pretty much the same as the below pictures. The only difference this time? It was flippin' freezing. Like below freezing. This morning I attempted to attend my spinning class. And when I say attempt, I mean I looked out at the ice rink that is our parking lot and went back to bed. It was -8 degrees. No way, Jose.
But last night, as the snow started fluttering down, the Little Miss stood at the window, pointing with all her might, you know, using her whole body for emphasis, and let us know there was "Zno! Zno!" And so we bundled her up (apparently I need to buy some more snow appropriate clothes - like gloves, maybe?) and let her play. She lasted like three minutes, and then we came back in and watched the "Zno! Zno!" some more.
But last night, as the snow started fluttering down, the Little Miss stood at the window, pointing with all her might, you know, using her whole body for emphasis, and let us know there was "Zno! Zno!" And so we bundled her up (apparently I need to buy some more snow appropriate clothes - like gloves, maybe?) and let her play. She lasted like three minutes, and then we came back in and watched the "Zno! Zno!" some more.
I love freezing. Coats and hot chocolate and warm fires and the smell of the heater when you turn it on for the first time. Winter is good. Blizzard or not.
1 comment:
Her first picture is priceless! It's a wonder we're still friends seeing that Winter is your favorite time of year.
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