We got our first official snowfall of the winter on Saturday, gorgeous fluffy white flakes that covered the trees and yard, much to our delight.
Sam could hardly get through his breakfast before wanting to don all the gear and roll in the snow like a puppy. Charlotte, unfortunately, had to observe from the inside while I made carmelized nuts, rosemary parmesan crackers and salty sweet brownies for a great party that evening.
The peach fuzz of her hair was cracking me up, just floating there in the shadows.
"Hellllooo? Helllooo? Anyone remember me?"
"Rats. Now what do I do?"