We woke up twice in the last week to snow. It was a real treat, considering it was in the 60's the week before. Oklahoma is known for it's indecisive weather, and I actually love that about living here. You can wear shorts one day and it's snowing the next. You certainly don't get bored.
Penelope really loves the snow. She does not love wearing jackets, ever, which makes me feel even colder. Once Hank fell asleep and we had a chance to sneak out of the house and play in it, the melting had already started. She didn't seem to mind. We stayed out long enough to find some good snow to make ice cream with and for her hands to freeze. Along with jackets, this girl also hates mittens/gloves of any sort. Sigh.
When I say Hank fell asleep, it means Bruce got home from work. That is the only place he will take a nap longer than 10 minutes. You might think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. Bruce is a team player though, he gladly accepts the task of sitting on the couch for 3 hours, watching golf and napping with Hank.
Now the snow is gone. The high is 61 on Sunday. Sometimes I wish we lived somewhere with a real winter, where snow certain and not a maybe. I'm not sure how well I'd handle that, but it's a nice thought. For now I'll enjoy our whopping 3 inch snowfalls we seem to get once a year.