Gloomy and dark, rain turning to snow, slippery roads.
Inside the house it was 72 degrees of funny kids and teddy tears, nice cuddly naps, and a couple ice cream pops along the way.
Tim said it was fine. He was sorting them out.
Glad he was and not me.
(Notice Julia working her fine baby wrangling skills. Believe me, this is a life skill it's very, very helpful to have. Babies appreciate it. Their parents even more: a pair of capable hands to take over so they can do things like earn a living.)
Here we team up on this. I'm solo until about 11. Then at lunch time everyone pitches in to get the meal served and cover the afternoon.
Faucets. Twice as many as he ordered, so those are going back and better be credited back to us without any restocking fee.
Plus they were supposed to be here in five days and in the end it was over fourteen.
What is going on?
Heidi took it away with her.
The sky had that bright pink thing going on that it does when it snows, like a gorgeous pink dome of a sky.
Santa got weighed down a couple times from the snow. The first time I brushed him off with my hands.
Mistake. The snow went in my face and up my sleeves, down my neck. Next time I took the broom out.
love to you all, Val, aka MOM, aka GRANDMA