Back in the day (before kids, before Andy), I had this little thing I looked forward to every weekend- Saturday sleep-in days. This was my only day of the week that I did not set the alarm for. I looked forward to it EVERy week and it was sacred. “Please do not call me before 9am. I will be sleeping,” I shared with anyone that would listen. Even my mom.
This morning I was dead to the world still at 7:45 which is wonderful and almost unheard of in a house of children under four feet tall and a husband that is bright-eyed and bushy tailed before the sunlight makes its way through the blinds. The littlest patter of feet came running inside of my room and climbed into my warm haven with frigid toes and snuggles. GOod days start off that way, don’t they? Even if sacred Saturday sleep-in days are interrupted. Then she wiggled and started to play with the alarm clock’s radio so she got kicked out of the bed and less than two minutes later I hear the pitter patter of footsteps on the floor below us. And. A very loud announcement: “Mama! It’s schnowing!”
It was perfect. And sleep-in day had officially gave way to snow day!
Before long, we were all peeking out from the windows looking at the amazing views of snow-covered everything (except our cars because I failed to mention here that they are now BOTH housed in our garage! Woot!). And. They could NOT wait to get themselves out there in that fun powdery stuff.
Thank you to the Haase Family for leaving behind their sled while they went to warmer climates. SNiff.
This little spot in our family room is like the epitome of Christmas flair. It’s bright, cheery and downright spirited. Don’t you want to do {Christmas} spirit fingers and a few high kicks?