Most nights during dinner we have the TV set to the evening news. And most nights, the girls don't pay much attention to the newscast... but last night when the local weatherman came on, the girls took notice of one word he uttered:
SNOW.
The forecast called for a "wintry mix"... Hannah and Michaela thought they had better do their "snow dance" before going to bed. Unfortunately, they forgot to do their little ritual...
But they didn't need to bother.
School was dismissed early... but it didn't start to snow until about an hour after we got home. Around 2:30 I went out to take a few pictures of the "snow"...
I figured we'd get just a light dusting, like we did three weeks ago. But a few hours later, the snow and sleet was still coming down. Shane called to say he'd be getting home late, if he made it at all, as the roads were starting to get icy.
Here's what the yard looked like at 5:30:
Shane was able to make it home... finally. What is normally a 30 minute drive home took two and a half hours. And he had to leave his car at the entrance to our neighborhood, as he couldn't get his car up the hill.
Of course, Hannah and Michaela are LOVING the snow. They talked their dad into going out for an impromptu snowball fight...
