On Friday it snowed again.
I hate that we get snowed in. I hate even more when we can get the car out and the roads are icy. Even though I pretty much hate the effects of the snow, I still watch it fall with child-like wide-eyed wonder. I'm excited by it. It's beautiful. If I wake up in the middle of the night I peek out of the curtains to see how much we've had.
The boys love it!
There's only so much time you can spend outside in the snow before you get too cold, although we've done our best.
Our snow is weird this year, it's a fine powder and not great for building snowmen.
It's deep enough to go over the top of little wellies.
And to coat woollen mittens.
So we came indoors to paint. I made the mistake of answering my phone and moving into the kitchen to chat in peace. This is what I came back to.
Andy took pity on me and bought back a packet cake mix from the local shops to entertain us.
This is what the cakes are supposed to like like.
There are Presley's.
There are Cash's.
I think they're wonderful AND they were edible.
I'll have to find some more activities for tomorrow or maybe we'll just snuggle up in front of the television.
It is nearly Christmas after all.