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Snow Angels


The snow has kept coming and coming today. I know you can't really tell here in this picture, but it did and has and it's been so fun to watch! That's Ally and Lance and Ash on the ground. Not sure why she was there on all fours. We'd just finished up a little stint on the slopes.

The slopes of the school that is. Here's a little video I took with my cell phone. It's horrible but you can see what the girls are doing. We gave them a laundry basket to slide down the hill. Yes, a laundry basket.

They tried to make snow angels but the top of the snow was crusty so they simply fell and lay there. No, we didn't leave them there.



Now it's back home to have some hearty stew I've had cooking in the crock pot all day and to finish frosting the sugar cookies.

I'm still not finished shopping.... Ho Ho Ho


  1. I am always done shopping by now- but for some reason this year when i should be most organized i keep forgeting to get stuff when i am out shopping then i have to go back out again!! i have prego brain! ugh!
    good luck with your christmas plans- and that bathroom door!

  2. I'm off-line shortly, so let me just wish you and yours a joyous Christmas.

  3. Pamelala, I have been listening to the world-wide wireless and have been slightly concerned as to your wellbeing. I hope Santa has brought you some extra shovels. Back here you'll be heartened to know that it's about 10 degrees C so we consider this an unseasonal heatwave. Merry Christmas!

  4. That top photo is simply gorgeous.

    I hope you had a very merry Christmas and the new year brings you much joy. Hugs to you sweet woman.

  5. love the bathroom capers!
    merry christmas pam!


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