It’s pouring down rain here and has been all day. The forecast was for ‘several hours’ of snow, followed by ice pellets, then freezing rain, then rain. Now, I’m not saying I wanted that shitstorm, necessarily, but getting all the littles into their outdoor gear once the snow started only to have it change to rain not ten minutes later was painful.
Especially sad – Pixie and Ron carefully scraping the dusting of accumulated snow on the picnic table into what a charitable and optimistic person would call a ‘pile’. I don’t like winter much, but even I’ll concede it’s a lot less tedious when there is at least some snow to play with.
Anyway, it’s been a dark, soggy, windy day, and every time I read something about the heaps & stacks of festive snow elsewhere in Canada I get a little blue, because frankly in December looking out the window and seeing BROWN everywhere is just kind of depressing.
So! Here are some pictures because I just haven’t got a thought in my head.
Christmas has arrived at our house, as it always does during the first week of December. The whole house smells like balsam fir. All weekend people were posting pictures of their trees on Twitter and laughing about how huge they were, but I just laughed because BEHOLD MIGHTY CAESAR, IN ALL HIS GLORY!
Cookies have been baked, decorated, and consumed:
And my Lego Christmas village has been set up. Oh, how the boys love it. They love it SO MUCH that they decided to craft their own additions to the village, and what kind of mother would I be if I said no?
I’ve been listening to Christmas carols a whole lot and last night I wrapped up in my great-grandmother’s quilt to watch It’s a Wonderful Life, and I had a good satisfying cry at the end even though I didn’t play the drinking game my family invented. (Every time someone says “Bailey”, take a sip of Bailey’s. Just a sip! If you took a shot you’d die of alcohol poisoning).
Only nine more working days until my Christmas break! Fa-la-la-la, ya’ll.