last week looked a little something like this.
and then this weekend happened which looked a little something like this:
the weathermen continuously referred to this as snowtober, which i loved, naturally, because i love made up nicknames. especially when they combine two words.
fostie the snowman ROCKED this one piece snowsuit, which was either bought at a garage sale or passed down from someone. seriously whoever gave this to me, find me, because i want to kiss you on the mouth. it makes his waist twice as wide and forces him to waddle. could anything be better? i called him the lumpy blue marshmallow which brody thought it was hysterical. foster had no clue and just kept saying "mallow, mallow."
can't find a single pair of gloves in the entire house? no problem! socks it is.
i love watching my kids eat snow. it's the one food they like. can i call it a food? at their next checkup with the pediatrician, she will ask "are they eating so many servings of this food group? and how about this food group?" um no. food group? whatchu talkin' about? just snow, lady, s-n-o-w. count it.
after i tucked the boys into bed i sipped hot cocoa, watched the snow fall some more, and desperately wished there was a disney channel christmas movie on. 'twas a good snowtober. 'twas, 'twas.