You may now commence the snow day dance of joy.
We got a call at 6:30 this morning that D could work from home today, but as he had already left for the office, that didn't help much. He is talking about coming home early, but it's four o'clock now, and I haven't heard from him. (Confidential to D: Come home!) But when major corporations start telling their employees to stay home due to road conditions, I take it as an indication that we should probably cancel our plans for the day -- ballet and Isabelle's four-year checkup. You can see what we did instead.
When Ellie wakes up from her nap, we're going to have hot cocoa at our neighbor's. She liked romping in the snow, but liked the sled better. It is a pretty sweet ride, I'll admit. I am such a bad mother that Ellie had no boots (Thanks for the loan, Abby!), and no snow pants for Isabelle, who was forced to tough it out. Niiiice.
And here's a little tidbit to restore your faith in human nature if you've been spending too much time at Target on a weekend: In the mail yesterday, there was a letter from someone I didn't recognize. Inside was a Christmas card we had sent to a cousin who is no longer at that address, and a note: "I opened your card by mistake -- it is a beautiful picture, and I hope you can find [the very hip cousins'] address, as I'm sure they will want to see your girls."
That someone would go to the effort of writing us a note just to say that our card went astray seems astonishingly kind to me. I know it's a small thing, but I can't help thinking small things add up in the great balace sheet of the universe.
