Hold up, Miss Winter! Not so hasty!

Yesterday morning, the morning after I posted that last post about wrapping up fall and all, we awoke to this:

It was beautiful.

It was magical.

The kids asked if it was Christmas as they were rummaging through the winter closet. We got out ALL of the gear, snow bibs, boots, hats, scarves, fat stripe-y socks, gloves. Then they donned their gay apparel (tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) and waddled outside making that shishing sound that snow pants make when you move.

They played outside for almost an hour, BEFORE BREAKFAST, and before the sun had even shined its pretty face on our house. (I took these pix later.)

Then they waddled back inside, pink-cheeked, and wet, stripped back down to their jammies and played an intense game of sorry by the fire while I finished breakfast. Katelyn sucked on her vitamin. And their wet snow clothes made puddles on my mud room floor.

Then we ate breakfast.

Thanks to Cookie, you ladies out in the freshly painted (but not quite finished) hen house, and to the late Gip, the pig, for providing.

We went back out later.

Look at all of that frosted shredded wheat.

The kidlets thought that was funny and wanted to get on the frosting. The frosting is on the wrong side though.

It was beautiful. It was magical.

But I was reeeeally glad to hear the drip, drip, dripping and to see this:

After all, it is still fall.