I love saying that, because then it inevitably (wow it took me a long time for my fingers to dance out that word correctly) means I will come up with a ridiculous amount of useless stuff to share with you.
It snowed! Yup, real quarter-sized snowflakes. We of course ran outside to dance in the snowflakes, which were mixed in with some rain drops weighted down with slush so we ended up a tad wet. But all in all, it snowed and it was great. I know so far the girls will never experience real snow. I laugh at school as I regale teachers with stories of kids wearing snowpants and snow boots to school and having to actual budget time in the day to dress and undress at recess time. Here we're lucky if everyone wears a coat. AND, it snowed, and it didn't even thunder 10 days ago. Because that's what happens you know. If it thunders in the winter time, it will snow in 10 days. Guaranteed. (I'll admit it, it's possible. I've seen it.)
Barf. Barf happens. And it happened. I ignored the all too familiar (as in daily) "mom I have a stomachache", because frankly it was 2:30 in the morning and it's the same song and dance. Same crap different day. Only today clearly was different, because only seconds later and a fountain of vomit was mere inches from my ear decorating the floor between my nightstand and bed. I will hold off on the rest of this story which involves a strong desire for PopTarts and shopping, going to school, going home, and otherwise doing just fine. Suffice it to say that after the party Hadley wanted to throw dancing and talking and laughing for 2 hours during the night, then trying to come down from the high of dealing with a vomiting child, I was a bit behind on my sleep quota for the night.
Incidentally -- for those of you suddenly remembering "the Christmas Sickness" of, what was it -- '08? -- I am hoping that this completely runs it course before our big visit. So far we haven't had any recaps of the overnight entertainment. We'll keep you posted before you arm us all with Lysol and face masks, put us in a room with windows and view us like zoo creatures. Santa, keep your gloves on and don't eat the cookies we left for you! I kid, I kid.
I am done with Christmas shopping with the exception of two quick gifts, of which I will not mention here lest the gift givers be spoiled.
It is cold here. REALLY REALLY COLD. As in, a high of upper 30's with a windchill below that. COLD PEOPLE. And...shhh...but I think...
I'm turning southern.
No, I don't say ya'll, speak with a twang, or eat grits.
But I sort of...
maybe don't really prefer...
the cold.
EEEEGADS. What happened to me? I used to roll in winter. I used to live for winter. I used to -- sidenote, I just had to rewrite this sentence because I spelled used "use". oh my -- I used to look forward to my layers and layers of coats and scarves and sweaters and mittens. And now....I'd simply prefer something between 62 and 70. Enough for various layers depending upon chosen activity. Whether this comes with age, with climate, or simply the factor that bundling 3 little people in said layers, making sure hats, scarves and any other wintery implements make it to and from school each day could be a new Olympic sport, I don't know. But I do know that Saturday is going to be 54 degrees, of which I will savor before Monday's high of 29. At least I'm getting good use of my winter gear this year!
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