We had Mississippi snow today, which means that people basically wiped out the stock at Winn Dixie and ran like crazed mobs through the streets...preparing for the inevitable winter armageddon. "They say would could have 5-8 inches!!!" And when I'd see these people in their frenzy, I couldn't help but hear my poor pregnant friend who has been held prisoner in her D.C. apartment with one husband and three small children laughing maniacally...like the total lunatic she probably is at this point.
Although we laughed at everyone getting so excited, you have to know that we were out there with our video camera, documenting every flake that fell on the camellias, the dogwoods, the pine trees, each singular blade of grass, the street, our roof, etc. ("Isn't it bee-yootiful?") And we also had to document A.'s first foray into snow...or, as she calls it, "No!" She loved to walk around in it, but she hated to touch it. I tried to engage her in a snowball fight, and it really just amounted to me gently chucking a snowball into the super-insulated belly of a one-year-old girl. I'm sure my dear 77-year-old neighbor watched in horror as we so openly abused our child with the cold. (Really, every time I leave the house to go for a stroll with A., I have to make sure that she's properly dressed not so much for the cold, but for the scrutiny of our aged neighbors. "Don't you know that baby needs a hat? It's 70 degrees out!")
Anyway, we got this picture when I plopped A. into the snow, and hubby made some bootprints to compare. See if you can figure out whose prints belong to whom.
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