Finally, it is snowing. Folks around here get antsy when the snow is late. The local economy depends on it. So whew. We woke up to the beautiful muffled silence of falling snow. With the littles, this meant hooky. Fresh sausage, french toast, hot cocoa and a cyclops snowman. Poor Della, has no snow suit or boots. She is a hodge podge of way too big hand me downs, which will work for today, and in no way hinders her cyclops snowman abilities.
I start work tomorrow at the mountain, so snow is good.The boys are excited to strut their stuff and have been practicing wild tricks in the gym all fall. Here's to lots of fresh powder to buffer their air seeking missions.
In other news, our dear, sweet puss is gone. They walk out the back door never to return. There is no knowing what happened. Coyotes, owl, mountain lion. This cat was a love bug and I'm not throwing in the towel yet, but it doesn't look good. The kids are pretty stoical about it all. They know that this is a possibility and we just love the hell out them while we have them.
A lovely and scrawny tree awaits our attention tonight. I think it's perfect, but am having a hard time convincing Della that it's going to be beautiful. It's lacey and delicate, as opposed to thick and full...the better to showcase our Star Wars collection. (thanks mom!)
What else? Ah yes. The whole 30 thing continues and is going well. I am feeling some frustration around getting everybody fed and full, but this will resolve over time as I get myself more organized and have more meals planned. Planning is not my strong suit. We feel healthy and energized and remarkably different and I'm looking forward to being done with the whole 30 business, so that I can integrate the whole family into what will be a forever shift in eating that is not quite as rigid. HOWEVER. The whole 30 was essential for me in making that shift. I am a creature of habit, and needed the three hundred and sixty degree kick in the ass. We have parties this weekend, so that will be interesting. I will say that what I miss the most are potatoes, in all of their lovely incarnations, and a glass of beer on Friday evening. Otherwise, I'm all good.
Max changed schools a few weeks ago. He went from a big middle school to a much smaller private school. He loves it. It is much harder, but he is doing well. He is engaged. That is the primary difference that I can see. He is fully engaged. He was desiring more and I'm proud of him and his willingness to leave his friends and join a new class mid stream.
Let me run get something done!