I’m not a fan of traditional cake, and Hubs knows that. So, for my birthday, he gave me a Gourmet Cheesecake.

French Silk.
Love. That. Man.
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I’m not a fan of traditional cake, and Hubs knows that. So, for my birthday, he gave me a Gourmet Cheesecake.

French Silk.
Love. That. Man.
Sister enjoys playing outside. Rain. Sleet. Snow. It doesn’t matter. She just wants to be outdoors.
It’s been a drizzly kind of day here. Cold. Wet. Rain.
She didn’t care. She donned a long sleeved shirt, a sweatshirt, and her raincoat, then clasped her hands and said, “Mommy, I’s play outside. Please.” Of course, she headed straight for this mud puddle, and shouts, “I stomping the mud puddles, Mommy!”
After running through the puddle several times, she came up to tell me it was raining “just a ittly bit.” She kept telling me the sun wasn’t shining, but it wasn’t dark, so it was “rain shine.”
That’s my quotable kid! She cracks me up.
She marched circles around the yard, and kept saying she was leaving “paw prints.” After about twenty minutes, she finally consented to come in, and I snapped this adorable picture of her!

Seriously. Cute.
We woke up, this morning, to a blanket of snow. Well, a thin sheet, really. Nonetheless, the kids were delighted, and quickly bundled up to rush outside (skipping breakfast) in hopes of building a snowman. I make them each wear a crochet beanie skull cap under their coat hoods, because I don’t want them getting too cold. I actually bought them for me, and they do stretch to fit, but they are perfect for them! Just big enough cover their ears and foreheads. They are not as bulky as stocking caps, but do the trick.
The snow was not sticky enough to build a snowman, or even a snow castle. After several rounds of making “paw prints,” we came in for some hot cocoa, followed by breakfast.
Mister said, “It’s a beautiful day for a puzzle.” I agree.
With this weather warm up, I’m seeing new buds and green things…
This can’t be good, right?
What does the Farmer’s Almanac say? Anybody?