So, the snow was pretty, but the magic of it was pretty much lost on this thin-blooded group. Andrew refused to even consider stepping outside to play in it, much to his daddy's dismay who was all geared up for snowman fun. We didn't make that mistake twice - decided to just bundle up Elsbeth without asking.
She really loved it.
So I stayed inside while Elsbeth napped off the horror of the experience and Andrew played a computer game in his slippers while Phil built a snowman all by his lonesome. It was pitiful (both Phil and the snow person). He couldn't get any of the snow to stick together, so his final product was a toddler girl snow person we named Tweaky.
Phil blamed his southern roots until we took a walk and saw that our Mexican neighbors had a nice 7-foot snow giant. Phil's still pretty sensitive about it. I think some heckling e-mails would help toughen him up (firstname.lastname@example.org).
Valentine's Day was pretty low-key. I was up to my eye galls with basement grime and touch-up paint, so my plan to do some lavish family Valentine's dinner with homemade gifts didn't happen. Not even close. But it was a charming thought, don't you think? Ten points for the charming thought! Anyway, Andrew and I did sit down one morning and made Valentines for our dearest friends and family (that I intended to deliver but never did ... 10 points for another charming thought!) Take a look at this one for Holly. I held the paper while he cut it, but that's all I did. I thought it was pretty good!
Elsbeth celebrated by eating her very first Valentine.
It's a family tradition.
PS: The house is officially on the market (here's our virtual tour: http://www.michaelbunch.com/Listing/VirtualTour.ashx?ListingID=11798809). I'm being a total freak, looking out my windows every couple minutes to see if people driving by are slowing down to look. And we live in a cul-de-sac for crying out loud! Not a lot of drive by traffic that doesn't include people who already live here. We don't have fliers yet, but rest assured I will be counting them every evening. I'm also staring at the phone since we should learn this week if our dream house is a possibility. Somebody give me a pill!