Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow...
Last night it started to snow. It had been a little warm yesterday, so it started out as big, mushy flakes, but as it cooled off, the snow began accumulating. Our guest dog, Toby, seems to like the snow. He is a southern (WAAAAYYY southern, as in Brisbane Australia) dog and we were wondering what he would think of the snow. Cranky took his picture out in it last night:
Do you see how well-trained he is? He's sitting in the snow, posing.
Last night was also "decorate the tree" night. The kids put the ornaments on the tree without bickering and nothing was broken!
Bob primarily decorated this part of the tree. How many ornaments can you put on one branch?
Here's the finished product, complete with a couple "presents" under it:
With all 3 kids under it:
I was having a hard time getting a picture of Mary with her eyes open, but here is the third picture of a series of three. Success!
This morning Mary grumbled as I told her she needed to wear boots and gloves (with fingers) to go out to the bus stop. She suggested her brother might want to shovel a path down the driveway so the boots wouldn't be necessary. Yah right! She wore her combat boots with her jeans tucked in the top ("I don't want my pants to get wet!") and followed Raymond's tracks out to the road. She's not as thrilled with the snow as the rest of us.
Do you see how well-trained he is? He's sitting in the snow, posing.
This morning I let him outside and he didn't want to come in right away. I guess he likes it!
Last night was also "decorate the tree" night. The kids put the ornaments on the tree without bickering and nothing was broken!
Bob primarily decorated this part of the tree. How many ornaments can you put on one branch?
Here's the finished product, complete with a couple "presents" under it:
With all 3 kids under it:
I was having a hard time getting a picture of Mary with her eyes open, but here is the third picture of a series of three. Success!
This morning Mary grumbled as I told her she needed to wear boots and gloves (with fingers) to go out to the bus stop. She suggested her brother might want to shovel a path down the driveway so the boots wouldn't be necessary. Yah right! She wore her combat boots with her jeans tucked in the top ("I don't want my pants to get wet!") and followed Raymond's tracks out to the road. She's not as thrilled with the snow as the rest of us.
posted by Notsocranky Yankee at 8:44 AM
3 Comments:
EXTREME TREE DECORATION!
Love how many things he put on the branch.
Mary. She's way hip beyond her years! I clearly remember standing at the end of the lane across from a 50 acre field with the wind whipping my face off, coat flapping open, bare hands jammed into pockets. You should see me now. Snowpants, toque, gloves, hood pulled up...you know, you can be cool, or you can be cold. But only after you've grown up!
How many ornaments did he get on that one branch?
I am impressed with his decorating skills. ;)
Steve~
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