give us an inch. . .

(of snow, that is). . . and we’ll take another snow day!

Yesterday morning I woke up to Patrick saying, “School’s cancelled.”  I thought he was joking because I’d heard there might be some small flurries overnight, but they weren’t predicting that anything would stick.  So I looked out the window and what did I see?  Snow was covering all the grass and trees!  (Sing that to the tune of “Popcorn Popping”!)

After Patrick went to work, of course K & B wanted to go outside and play in the snow.  It was FRIGID out there, so five minutes later, they came back in and asked for hot chocolate.  It took us longer than that to get them ready to go out, so I sent them back out and told them I’d come out and get them when it had been thirty minutes!  Hey, they were completely bundled up in multiple layers from head to toe—I figured thirty minutes was reasonable!  (Of course you weren’t going to catch me out there!)

Don’t worry—I  made good on my promise and gave them a steamy cup of cocoa with lots of marshmallows.  Don’t you just love these mugs?  I got them about ten years ago when I went home to Colorado one weekend while Patrick and I were dating.  I was looking for a mug with his name on it, but they didn’t have it, so I bought him TWO!

 

On a cold and snowy day, I’m pretty sure it’s a rule that you have to make soup for dinner.  I made this and it was a hit with everyone but Emery.  I thought it would be perfect for her since it was a pureed soup.  Well, she loved the first few bites and then started freaking out on me.  I had only had a couple bites myself, so I didn’t realize what was going on, but when I kept eating, I figured out the problem.  After a few bites, there was a decent kick to it—not enough to bother the rest of us, but I think it was a bit of a shock to a six month old’s little taste buds!  OOPS!