Finally. A real snow. It has only been six years since the last one to fall in middle Tennessee. I arrived home mid-morning on Friday to avoid spending the weekend at work and, since that time, we have been on official lock down mode. Six inches of snow on top of a layer of ice have prevented us from even attempting to leave. By tonight, we may all be ready to kill each other, but to this point it has been awesome.
Morning's majesty
Heading out with Daddy
Snow angel
Ninja assist
Kyle's project
Much like Kyle's Christmas Balls, the homemade icing project produced no small amount of cursing and self-doubt. But, once again, the end result was tasty.
Mama's project
Cleaning the hall closet
The closet project revealed that an urban legend is actually true - Mama owns a purse.
More fun in the snow
This is all lovely, you say, but it feels like something is missing. And his name is Jonas. We felt like Jonas was too young to really appreciate the snow, but he did manage to enjoy the weekend, cruising around the house, checking out the lights, and presenting us with impromptu dental exams.
The highlight of Jonas's weekend was probably the fact that his parents forgot to feed him breakfast on Sunday. If you have ever witnessed Jonas eat, you know that this is a big deal. Like complete morons, we kept commenting that "he seems a little grumpy" and "his eyes seem a little weak." We wondered aloud if he was getting sick. Nope, we're just starving him. The snow may be a big one, but food rations are not yet necessary. Sorry Jonas.
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