Everything about Christmas is magical when you are four. Everything about Daddy is magical when you are four as well.
Saturday’s snow storm was nasty. It started with freezing rain and ice, which left a thick layer of ice underneath the 16 inches on snow. Then the temps dipped below zero.
Sunday morning church was canceled, so the girls enjoyed some coffee while checking out the huge drifts outside. (“Coffee should be the color of a muddy river,” I tell them, and they nod, big brown eyes taking me very seriously.)
Tree up and (kid) decorated. Paper chains strung. Grumpy penguin on duty (on left, in green chair). Stockings hung by the chimney, with care NATCH.
Posie has the day shift to watch for the girls to come home. (She also has the night shift of watching their bedroom doors to ensure they stay put.)
Today we got another 6-8 inches. It was coming down fast and furious, and when Marin and I left to go the the library that shit was DEEP. (Do you love the size of that flake by her cheek??)
The girls made me laugh today when they announced “Six more days until winter!” Not around here, ladies. Winter is HERE. (And from the sounds of my twitter feed, winter is EVERYWHERE right now.)
Now, if only we could have a white Christmas this year!