Honestly, I don't know how people like Muthering Heights do it. I don't know how they can watch two kids, be pregnant, cook, clean, and still find time to blog every day.
We finally got our taxes done (big sigh of relief there!), and life can continue on.
We had some excitement here in our little Southern town last week. We had an event that only happens about once every five years. We had snow. I'm not talking snow by a Southern definition (i.e. two flakes drifting by on the breeze); I'm talking actual accumulation that lasted more than three hours and even kept a Northeasterner like me off the roads for the morning.
Look how deep! If you can't see, that's at the 6 inch mark. It was enough to shut down schools until Wednesday (never mind that the snow was completely melted by Monday).
The girls were out in the snow instantly. Seeing as the most snow we usually get here is a dusting that lasts for about an hour, we don't own snow boots and snow pants and the like. So, we put sneakers and jeans on the cherubs, and then topped that off with Big Daddy's tube socks. Bean didn't mind, but it was a little hard for my fashion-conscious Cakes to deal with.
The first order of business was snow angels.
Then came snow tasting.
Finally, the requisite snowman was built on the front lawn (with a little help from Big Daddy).
Where was Mommy during the festivities? Inside. Taking pictures. Not being cold.