Yesterday morning we woke up to several inches of snow on the ground and huge clumps of flakes steadily falling from the sky.  I was actually really excited about it, mostly because I knew there was nowhere we had to be.  It was also fun to see Alethea’s expression as she looked out the window right after she got out of bed:

Apparently she doesn’t remember snow from last year, as she was quite impressed by it and stayed pressed up to the window for several minutes pointing and saying snow:

This morning, instead of freshly fallen snow, I woke up to Alethea fussing in her room.  7:30am is a bit earlier than she normally gets up, so I thought she was just fussing because she was still tired.  But as I found out when I went to get her, it turns out she was fussing because she had gotten sick and her favorite blanky was no longer in a condition to be cuddled with.

Her bedding is now in the washing machine.  She’s cranky and refused to eat anything for breakfast, but other than that, she seems to be okay.  Unfortunately, this also means I’m missing church for the second week in a row to stay home with a sick kid.  (Peter would have stayed with her today, but he was leading worship.)

Trying to look on the bright side, yesterday was a super productive house cleaning day and the snow made everything look pretty.  I guess one great weekend day out of two isn’t bad.