Fluffy Stuff

Well, the snow, it is a-fallin', so that means it's time for the men to get to work again at Camp Scully! Here, Elliott helps Dad clear the sidewalk. (And by "help" I mean: throw-a-bunch-of-snow-at-Dad-and-the-sidewalk-while-he-tries-to-clear-it.)


But oh, the simple and complete pleasure of eating snow! Just in case you forgot, Little Kid Bliss looks like this:


...And this:


Here's a little story for you: With all this snow, Elliott was adament we take a carrot outside. Just as he was getting distracted by visions of the perfect snowman he'd build...

...Patrick got ideas of his own with this cool, unattended toy.

No, no, no, Patrick. [Nice try, you little punk.] The shovel's mine.

Aww, Mama! Elliott stole that thing I just found!

Um, yeah, Mom? While you're happily snappin' pics, Elliott just dumped a shovelful of snow on my head. (But, because he's Patrick, he's still remarkably jovial about the whole misunderstanding!)

In other "fluffy stuff" news, I got to have a little college-roommate-minus-one-reunion this past weekend to coincide with a happy baby shower! Here are Stacie and me with ta-da! Kelly's Belly. Yay!

(Just like old times!)

Here's hoping for snow days where you are!