The Making of M.O.M.

**I tried to upload a picture slideshow using various sources, but they were all taking too long and I'm ready to go to bed. So, you will only get a few pictures. Anyone know of a good slideshow hosting site that doesn't take 18 years to upload 1 picture?**

You may rembember me posting back in January, when we had snow. Everyone was all excited because, for us southerners, that first snow was a biggie. In all actuality, it was a mere "dusting." Well, this weekend, we experienced what even (some of) you northerners might consider a substantial snow. On Sunday night, it started snowing. By the time we woke up on Monday morning, it had snowed almost 6 inches! Needless to say, the kids were SO excited and ready to go play, play, play. Our day consisted of free snow play, sledding, building snowmen, sledding, having snowball fights, sledding and making snow angels. At the end of the day we had cold hands, red cheeks, tired legs (from climbing sledding hills 15 bazillion times) and hungry tummies. It was a fabulous day that provided many memories that I will treasure forever.

My cuddle girl after a trip down the hill on the sled.

Lucas and Daddy sledding. Yes, he has on a pink headband, but I don't think he really cared!

Daddy and Ash. I don't know why she kept begging to go because she couldn't see a thing!

Me, Lucas and the Masked Mystery Munchkin

Elizabeth flyin' solo. She could have stayed out all day. Mean 'ol Mom made her come in and warm up and nap before heading out again later.

My beautiful snow bunny!

Yesterday it snowed. Yes, snow. I realize that this may not be a big deal for most of you, but for us in the South, in particular my town, this is HUGE. Seriously. Luke's bank didn't open until 11am (even though he stayed home with my sick self to tend to the youngin's). Schools closed, daycare centers left working parents to fend for themselves...why I wouldn't have been surprised if the USPS itself closed, except for that motto of theirs, something about rain, sleet, snow, hail...

At any rate, the ground was covered..sorta. It was probably no more than what you northerners would call a "dusting" but we southern folk considered it an all out blizzard. I bet the Wal-mart was slap out of bread and milk.

I was super bummed because of all the weather that this southern girl experiences, snow is the least likely to happen and yet my absolute favorite. So, I bundled up my 2.5 year old boy (the girls were, and still are, at the grandparents since this is my second visit from Mr. Streptococcus) and sent him out to play in the bitter cold with his Daddy.

Now, usually Luke's not the photographer in the family. But this time, I've gotta give him props. He did a superb job, and while I was ~~doped up~~ passed out on pain meds in the bed, he took pictures that made me feel like I was right out there with them. Actually, with the way those pain meds made me feel, I MIGHT HAVE been right out there with him and never known it.

Come to think of it these pictures ARE pretty good...

Lucas boots, Daddy boots.

Guess who?

Seriously. Where did this man get his photo taking skills all of the sudden?

Our Winter Wonderland (and part of Brinkley's tail).