Snow Day

This was his "coming home" outfit from the hospital (you'll see sometime when I finally do a birth blog post). It definitely fits him a little better now; but my mom made it (for Micah) so it's special.

Ok, I'll admit it: I've been binge-watching a series on Netflix in my spare time instead of blogging.

But now they've taken advantage of my emotions and devastated me by killing off one of my favorite characters, so I can't even...
Which means:

Hey y'all,

Another confession: When my youngest brother heard that it was gonna snow two nights ago and said he was so excited to play in it the next day, I was a bubble buster and told him it would be flurries at best and not anything that would stick.
Mom asked me if we wanted to spend the night (I was currently trading out vehicles with them that evening as we now have the Volvo back!!!!!!!!) and I snorted and asked, "Spend the night? What for?"

Poor Lexi. I guess she's a bit older this time around.

 All of the above pictures were snapped in a flurry (haha get it?) as at 8:00 the next morning I was shuffling babies out the door to be taken to my parents' on Jacob's way to work -- it did snow, A LOT, and it did stick, and as a result our power was out the majority of the day.

I was on the start to a spectacular day: I got up and did my yoga (all about balance, but you won't find any here, people), swept and mopped all the hardwoods in my house, scrubbed my kitchen down (INCLUDING cabinets and spots on the walls), and started laundry.

I'm telling you, I was feeling like a boss. Proverbs 31 Woman of the Year. "She rises while it is yet night." "She does not eat the bread of idleness."

"When heavy snows (for her area) come, she laughs, for her family is clothed with --"

-- hardly the right kind of gear. Thus you will not see any pictures of my kids and I out enjoying the gorgeous white powder. Nevermind they are smallish and will probably be dragging me out in it next year. At least Katie will.

Random side note: I just realized that I will have two weeks every year where my kids are the same age.

That thought's just a little weird to me, not gonna lie.

Anyway, back to boss lady: yoga, floors cleaned, kitchen scrubbed, laundry begun, power out.

Hubby had been sleeping in (past his usual 5am) because he knew it would be slippery roads early and he hasn't had a good sleep in weeks.
Suddenly he his work phone rang, ending such bliss -- all the bliss, for both of us.
Just as he was slipping out the door (with the coffee in hand that I had made for him. Yup, I even made my husband coffee -- I'm telling you, I was on a roll.) the lights flashed several times in quick succession, and then the house was earily quiet -- no running heater. We both groaned as our good-bye conversation switched from how pretty the winter world was to what do we do now??

In the space of 10 minutes, the youngest started losing his mind over not being held, I rushed around grabbing what we needed to sustain us all day at my parents', and I went to the pink nursery to find a soaked crib and daughter (she's kind of a heavy wetter at night).
"I can't give you a bath right now!! This is all the last thing I needed this morning!"

No zen mommy. And after I was doing so well, too.

The power in the kitchen out.

"Hey, Mom... so it did stick, our power is out, we're on our way, and you told me so."

When we arrived at my parents' rather ungracefully, I walked in to find the younger siblings excitedly fogging up the glass and talking about the snowman they were going to build.

"There's probably not enough on the ground to build a snowman; and it's probably going to melt as you try anyway."

What is wrong with me?? Killing children's dreams -- and two weeks before Christmas, too. This is magical December snow in Mississippi, after all. Geez.

So of course they proved me wrong and built a very handsome snowman that lasted the entire day. 

My brown candycane baby. He's so stinking cute. But this face lies about how demanding and fussy he kind of really is.

...I type as he wakes up grumpy beside me on the couch...

These pictures are today, Day 2, when I finally had time to be that person and take some. I ran outside really quick to "be right back to feed the dog" while Katie was watching some Clifford to wind down for the nap I'm about to go wake her up from. 

I was able to snap a couple before she realized I was doing something fun outside without her and she started to try and climb off the couch (which is a skill we're working on, but don't have down quite yet).

Magical snow in Mississippi in December. Who knows what else could happen by the end of the year? (Like I may actually finish out Christmas cards and get them mailed -- now that would be a miracle.)