If the Advent calendar didn’t exist as it does — so prominently on the dining room wall — we wouldn’t have done jack today. A frigid Snow Day. A hard day in itself. But the Advent calendar exists specifically for these reasons. So, we tackled a difficult activity.
And yes we stayed in our jammies all day. Snow Day + one of my regular days off from the office = kickin’ it pajama style.
The boys made them — seven of them. I just broke the eggs. So they’re lumpy and imperfect, which someone told me is perfect in itself. We’ll each eat one after supper tonight.
I froze to death capturing the annual cupcake in the snow picture. I used my heart bokeh filter, which isn’t overtly obvious — until you look a bit closer — and you can see love everywhere, even falling from the sky.
Happy Birthday, Munchkin. Always in my heart.
. I’ll make heart shaped pancakes. I’ll send my husband an inappropriate e-card. But I don’t like the day. And I don’t like things like indoor play places or playgroups or even the library story time anymore. And sometimes I yell. And, really, can’t they just go back to school already? It’s not even snowing! But then I look at these cookies, made with love even though I think the day is silly. I look at these cookies and I’m reminded that love doesn’t have to be perfect to taste good.