I have had so much to blog about, and so little time.  Mostly because we've been swallowed by several ginormous snow storms lately, or at least that's what the weather man said.  It's been slow news around here apparently, because the latest drops of snow have caused our city to come close to shutting down it seems.  I will say that all this snow has made me wonder a little about that whole global warming thing.  Seems a little too snowy to even go there.  Despite all the snow, it's been business as usual for our clan. 

I have been teaching the girls many useful things here lately.  One of which was how to have a snowball fight.  It is very important that they learn this before they reach the ripe old age of 10 and it is no longer cool to be standing in your driveway with your mom having fun. 

First you grab a ball of preformed snow off your front yard.  No need to repeat the work of nature combined with plow trucks.  The really good ones are usually right at the end of your driveway.



Then you find an unsuspecting soul, usually your youngest child. 



She's so cute, she makes glistening snot look good.  I had mercy on her ... this time.  I looked around for another weeny.



Bingo!  Look what the cat dragged in.  But wait, this one is too cute too.  And this one is a major weather weeny.  One wrong move and this one will run inside screaming for her mama.  (Which would be rather unfortunate for all involved!)  And so I continue to search out my victim.



Ah ha!  I found one ready to play.  And as it turns out she was listening.  Look at how she aims with intention.  And how she smiles, just a hint, to let her victim know it's coming.  Game on, sista.  Game on.