Snow. And a rubber chicken.
Yesterday, we woke up to a little dusting of snow and some flurries. Everyone was excited.
Well, I do suppose that Ellie’s nose was chilly, as she was trying to hide it. She got into to the spirit of things quickly, though.
And someone is very, very excited about the snow…new skis are calling. Loudly.
But that was yesterday.
Today, we woke up to, no joke, a toddler in bed with us who was wearing snow boots, swinging a rubber chicken, and trying to get us to taste whatever was in his sippy cup.
Hank and I hid under the covers.
