There's just nothing like waking up to . . .
. . . this.
Being serenated by Baby Dub-Ya.
or this . . .
The incessant droning of something outside.
You may be wondering (or not), if that's really what you think it is .
It is.
If you look closely, you can see snow falling and you might notice a little dusting on the driveway.
Here it is from another angle.
Amazing how snow can be falling from these blue skies.
(I just now noticed, but it looks like she only has on socks.
And yes, you see correctly. Those are mis-matched socks.
It was 14 degrees out there.)
Oh, the weather outside is frightful.
But the fire is so delightful.
And since we've no place to go.
Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow.
(May this song be stuck in your head all day long.)
After you've sung it ALL-DAY-LONG, you'll thank me later for putting you in such a festive mood.
Remember: Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow...
With maybe a little help from this.
Our very own Backyard Blizzard.
This was the gift I received the year that I asked for a microwave.
I still don't have a new microwave, but by golly I have a snow-making machine.
Our trees are never very appreciative of being coated in ice, but they do make for some nice photographs.
Back inside where it's nice and warm . . .
Do you see what I see ?
Magic happened this week because of Buddy the Elf.
He appeared in the most unusual places every morning . . .
. . . and left special little gifts in these stockings.
I just love my Pottery Barn stockings.
I just love Pottery Barn, period.
Don't tell Phoebe. (Friends) Remember this episode ?
Next on our agenda was the gingerbread.
Cousin Eddie is entertaining regardless if he's making snow or making gingerbread.
And regardless of where Little Miss P is, she is always adorable.
And this baby is just as adorable.
Cousin Eddie is taking a sniff of the Black Strap Molasses from Louisiana.
You just not lived until you've had Black Strap Molasses on a hot biscuit slathered in butter.
Love the look of excitement on her face.
Please note that she wanted the icing to match her pajamas.
It is necessary to have a architect on hand to assemble the house.
It is also necessary to have a building inspector on hand, too.
He's there lurking in the background.
Probably wouldn't win any prizes in a Gingerbread House contest, but as far as we were concerned, it was a masterpiece.
And finally, at the end of the day, we found time to Skype with E-E and Uncle Cool.
Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow.
