well-timed

It was really quite lovely. The news that a snowstorm was coming forced me to prune my extensive To Do list to the bare minimum and declare that my Christmas shopping was ALL DONE.

My cards arrived in the mail on Friday so I had something to keep me busy. I had already loaded up on groceries so we had plenty of milk, bread and toilet paper.

And then the snow fell. And fell. And fell. 20 inches in all, which is A LOT OF SNOW for us.

The kids went sledding, throwing snowballs, building forts. Hung in front of the fire at a friend's house. I wrote cards. Baked cookies. Called family. Wrapped a few gifts.

It was like a giant semicolon in place of the most insane weekend of the year.

A neighbor hosted a Fishes and Loaves party - bring what you have and hopefully it will be enough food. And there was PLENTY OF FOOD. And seriously? The things people have in their house during a snowstorm? Rack of lamb. Shrimp cocktail. I had butternut squash, so that's what I brought. And wine. There was lots of wine, so it was all good. I even got to have a conversation lasting longer than 45 seconds with Thrift Store Mama, because our kids were fairly contained and there were no large bodies of water nearby.

School is cancelled for today, and tomorrow is the last day before break, so I'm wondering if they will even bother. And I learned that I actually DO have some more Christmas shopping to do. (But the illusion of being done was nice while it lasted.)

I don't have any great photos, sadly, because I managed to leave my baby camera at Shout's preschool on Friday. I've gone to visit it from the nearest window, but the doors are locked and I can't get in to rescue it.