Everyone else in the UK has been banging on about how much snow they have had all week, and as a WAHM with no commute to have to deal with, I was jealous. And so too was my twitter friend itsamumsworld, at least we had each other to comfort as everyone else tweeted about the fun they were having in the snow.
The snow dance
I decided that it was time for me to do something about it. A snow dance was required. Initially it didn’t work, so I prayed to the snow god. Before bed last night I despaired and gave up on ever getting any snow. I didn’t even bother dashing to the window to check as I stumbled up from my not so great night’s sleep. I wasn’t alerted to the circumstances until hubby asked if I’d looked at the weather. And lo and behold snow was born. Not a lot, just a baby bit of snow. Enough to make snow balls, but creating a snow man would require a lot of snow acreage and commitment from the maker.
This morning twitter pal asked me what on earth I had done in my snow dance as she now had six inches, I told her that I had danced naked in just my new snow boots jiggling my bits…a little fib if I’m honest – it was way below zero here last night.
Snow gets a smelly name
Babe, who is not so quick on the speech uptake, is trying her best to say snow, but seems to be getting it mixed up with nose. My confirmation that, no its snow, makes it worse. No, snow, nose – all sounds pretty much the same to her.
Here’s a couple of pictures taken on our walk over to the childminders this morning.