No sandwich bags needed

There have been so many hilarious things on facebook today. Some of my favorites...

And my absolute favorite because I was actually watching the robins this morning, as they were hopping along our front step...almost confused.

Waking up to snow this morning was definitely a surprise though...

Our backyard is pretty darn beautiful in the snow.

So it called for a Mickey Mouse pancake. Madeline was quite impressed that I made one, considering she had one at a restaurant this weekend.

I may have done something awful to my back yesterday because I have this tiny problem where I can't just let someone else complete a project for me. Instead, I painted the baby's room with Anthony. \

But when Madeline got up this morning and saw snow, I knew I'd have to get over this back issue super fast.  That's what women do, they can put their pain on the back [hehe] burner and keep on going. Pulling a toddler around in a sled may have irritated it a little more, but that didn't stop us me from making a snowman. Actually, Madeline ate snow most of the time and watched her Mom roll the snowman around...she came in for the decorating part and added some buttons.

Going for a ride.

Adding her contribution.

Then eating some more snow.

Not bad for a pregnant woman with a hurt back.

Haha...I love this look.

After an hour and a half of snow play, I was able to pull the hot chocolate card and she was ready to come right in. As I was removing her snow clothes, I noticed she was completely dry..even after rolling, falling, picking up snow. Amazing. I remember being chilled to the bone after playing in the snow for hours when I was little. The worst was taking off your boots to find cold, wet, frozen socks. And how hard it was to inch your jeans down over your bright red legs...or pulling the ice-crusted knit gloves off your fingers with your teeth. If you were at your grandparents, they at least tried to put some sandwich bags in between some mittens and your hands..and on your feet, under your socks. They would always either become too sweaty to keep on or slip off anyway. Oh, I almost forgot the ice-crusted scarf that was around your neck and mouth. It was actually warmer once you stripped down naked without the snow clothes on. When I was older, like 14, I had a pair of snow pants...truly luxurious.haha. But they still never stayed over the boots the way they do now.
I guess it just amazes me how much retailers have upped their game in the snow clothes department over the years....everything keeps you dry and warm for hours of snow play. No sandwich bags needed.

Oh and the room so far....

Still needs to be touched up in some areas.

And I didn't dare get the camera toward the closet wall....that's where all the junk is.