One of the things I love about Georgia is that we really do get all four seasons--a fresh, beautiful spring, a super-hot summer, gorgeous foliage in the fall, and even a little bit of winter. While it doesn't snow every year, we usually see at least one dusting of white. And then it melts and goes away. There is no such thing as a yucky gray slushy mid-March in Georgia. And that is why we live here.
It's snowing for the second time this week and it's good snowball snow, wet and sticky. The kids are playing in the backyard and loving it. Morgan just slid down the snowy slide. An advantage to choosing diapers today--insulated tookus. Ryan is on an "exploring mission" and is leaving footprint trails all over the yard.
These two snowfalls have helped me plan for our Boston trip in a week. The kids need mittens for sure. We have been successful at layering sweaters and coats for maximum cozy dryness, but we need to figure out something to do with their little wet legs. Maybe we can borrow some snowpants from our Northern friends.
I'm feeling all domestic and I have a strong suspicion that cookies will be baked and eaten in this house today.