I'm sitting here with Sophie in the living room, now that lunch is over. We can hear the kids screaming and playing outside. It sounds like they're having a wonderful time, too. I'm rater surprised Sophie hasn't heard them, but she's wrapped up in her Quiet Loud book by Leslie Patricelli. She's doing an excellent job reading it, too. She's very quiet on the quiet parts and very loud on the loud parts.

Heh, of course I typed that too soon. She now hears the kids and is repeatedly announcing it. Poor kid. I'd let her go outside, but...

It's snowing.

That's right, snowing. It was 70° F here yesterday and today it is snowing. Big, wet, sticky flakes are falling from the sky. The roofs are all covered in white. The snow is sticking in some places on the ground, but melting in others (our garden area is covered in snow, but the area around the garden is green). What's funny about this particular snow storm is it's our first real snow of the winter, and most likely it's our last. It snowed a few flakes on Thanksgiving, but nothing of any real importance. I think that's the only other snow we've seen this season.

I've heard we're supposed to get somewhere between one and three inches of this stuff. I have a feeling if we actually get that much, it won't be gone tomorrow. It might, but I don't think it's supposed to be that warm tomorrow.

It's not just floating from the sky, either. It's actually a bit blustery out there. If it weren't so windy and if she actually had snow pants or a snowsuit, I might consider letting her play outside. She'll just have to enjoy the flakes from inside this time around. Perhaps next year she'll get to play in the snow.

For now, however, we're going to cuddle together under blankets on the sofa while reading books together and every now and then watching the snow as it falls from the sky. It's not even falling in big flakes now; it's falling in clumps. Yes, everything really is bigger in Texas.