Two winters in a row! What will I do with myself?
You all know how I love snow, and winter, and all things COLD. And yet, I live in the South. I live in the South because I love beyond all reason a deeply southern man. A man who is so much a part of the south, he may as well be one of those ancient, gnarled old oak trees that are covered with Spanish moss. So North Carolina is our compromise. I couldn't live anywhere further south because I would melt in the heat, and he probably couldn't live anywhere further north because the frozen depths of winter would probably kill his soul.
So the last two winters where we've gotten actual SNOW have been positively delightful. Of course, snow is a lot more fun when you aren't hugely pregnant, but who's complaining? The kids had a BLAST, and the fact that Chris stayed home from work (there was a car skidded out and blocking the exit to our little neighborhood, so no one could get in or out) and played with them just made it all the better.
Get this...the three of them built their first ever snowman. My 35 year old husband had never built a snowman before. It might have been the sweetest thing I'd seen for quite some time.
We shall not discuss the laundry...