So it's a little late ...
(like just about everything else around here lately).
But, hey, it is still the Easter season ...
Come to think of it, I never wished you a Merry Christmas! either.
And Christmas is more what it feels like around here.
It has been cold and snowy for far too long.
My vitamin D level needs a boost.
Like major time in the sunshine.
Everybody has more than a smidgen of spring fever.
And everybody is ready for the school year to be done.
Not least of all, the teacher.
Last Tuesday, in an effort to defy Mother Nature,
I made potato salad and boiled some brats in beer for grilling.
Then the weekend came.
Bismarck ended up with a new one-day snowfall record of 17.3".
And I decided, if you can't beat Mother Nature, join her.
Unable to get the van out of the driveway,
we pulled The Princess to Mass Sunday morning in a sled.
(The Baby must have a new blog name, don't you think?
I'm not sure what it should be,
but since she loves all things princess, I'll go with this for now.)
And when we got home we celebrated Christmas.
We made a big brunch.
We plugged the Christmas lights in, still on the house because of the long winter.
We baked snowman cut-out cookies
and listened to Christmas music while decorating them.
The girls said, "Even this snowman looks unhappy."
We watched "It's a Wonderful Life."
Because, after all, it is.
And spring will come.
Until then, Merry Easter!