We had an unseasonably warm spell last week. All the icy snow of December (and there was plenty) had melted. You got too warm in your coat as you walked outside in the upper 40 degree temperatures. It felt like the beginning of Spring here in Michigan. It was a cruel joke to those of us who hate winter weather.
Today, we woke up to snow covering everything and big fluffy flakes coming down. As soon as we opened the door to leave for preschool, Caroline squealed in excitement. She ran down the steps of the porch and was spinning in the falling snow.
"MAMA! This is a serious winter wonderland!"
I grumbled my way to the car, and as I belted her into her car seat, she pumped her fists in glee as she watched the snow fall and busted out a, "This is so classic!"