Snow Days

We got a 10 foot dumping of snow on Friday, so on Saturday, I pretended to be a good Mommy and went outside.

Please notice that -

I went OUTSIDE.

(Feelings of goodness and saintliness are washing over me.)

(I have this wonderful free photo-editing program called "Picassa", and it allows me to retouch photos. This is especially handy when your daughter's nose is dripping ogre boogers, and yet you want to display her photo.)

Thanks to a dear friend, Peter got something called a "snow block" for his birthday. This was the first time we've been able to utilize it, and I must admit, it kept me entertained for awhile. (Although, when I first saw the Block thingy, I thought it was a strange type of lunch box. I'm just not "hip" with snow toys.)

Breanna kept eating my walls.
The neighbor boy, Martin, came over to play with Peter for awhile. I was very happy about this, as Martin has an overabundance of energy, and I do not. A perfect formula for boys: throw them down a steep hill with freezing temperatures and icy snow, add a bit of danger by way of oncoming traffic, and they're absolutely happy.
Breanna takes after me - she doesn't like cold and snow.

Peter is insane, like most men. He thinks it's a blast, and would most likely run around outside in his undies if I let him.

He finds it especially funny that Breanna hates snow.
I have to admit, I think it's rather humorous too . . .