A little dusty

After weeks of listening to predictions that the worst winter in history was certainly headed our way, we finally woke up to what our friends down south might consider a winter wonderland. In actuality, it was just a light dusting of snow that had blown away by noon, in spite of temperatures that still have not climbed above freezing.

Noting that Mother Nature had decided today was a good day to adhere to the "everything in moderation" rule, I decided to break my "never get Abby up early" rule so we could enjoy the 2 millimeters of snow that had fallen. A half hour and a quick bowl of oatmeal later, my toasty toddler was bundled into her fuzzy hat, ski jacket, snow boots and oversized mittens and pitifully wandering around the house trying in vain to pick things up with her winterized hands. Her dismay at not being able to get a grip on her puppy was soon forgotten when I took her outside.

After walking up and down the driveway and beating tiny flurries of snowflakes out of our bushes, she looked up at me with tear-filled eyes and a runny nose and gave me an earful of what she really thought of our snowy morning outing. "Cold!" she informed me. "Cold! Cold!" So back inside we went to set her free from her cold weather wardrobe and wipe her nose.

If this wintry weather keeps up, stay tuned for pictures of the 2-inch tall snowman we might be able to build by the end of the week.