
We sleep as late as we want. We eat a big, hot breakfast with BACON and then commences nonstop sledding, snow fort building, King of the Mountain and snow ball wars stopped only for quick warms ups of snow gear.

I keep the kitchen manned with hot chocolate and marshmallows, the crock put humming with something steamy and have fun chatting with whomever is on their "warm up break." This storm, Noah and I spent a great hour listening to his current favorite tunes while I fried up beignets from Cafe Du Monde (thanks to friends at Christmas time)
There are dance parties in the kitchen, board games by fires, and the occasional movie (this time, the girls' first time watching Return of the Jedi).

This guy learned how to operate the snow blower this year. I'm all, "he'll lose an arm!" and Randall's all, "he's growing up. Let him become a man!"
The night slows down for wine for the marrieds and bed for the littles where they dream of just one more day off.
Give me the South any day, except during a huge winter storm with this crazy crew!








