Well, that was fun...

My folks called yesterday morning to see if we were expecting any snow. No, I don't think so, I said. We were just enjoying a leisurely Saturday picking up the house and playing with the kids. Fast forward four hours and Carey is frantically knocking snow off trees hoping limbs don't fall on our garage or Greta's bedroom. As always, it looks pretty peaceful this morning, kind of like an icebreaker ship went through, leaving piles of frozen cubes behind. We lost a couple limbs, but nothing hit a car or the house. Lincoln enjoyed a few slick runs on the sled in the backyard and Greta is obsessed with cleaning the snow off the play house.