Snowcations are sneet.

First of all, I have to tell you how humbled we are at the love burst via blog and facebook comments, emails, texts, vms, etc concerning Mr. Pricklepants (Eliot's latest name for the baby, thank you TS3). There's so much more to share and that will come soon.

Today, however, we had a Snowcation. St. Louis has a whole bunch of this:

One news guy called it "Sneet" and I wanted to hug him for stepping out on that weatherman verbiage ledge.

While there is much to do to prepare for Mr. Pricklepants, we decided to suck the life out of being trapped in the house. First step? Chocolate chip pumpkin bread love.


Next step? Sheet fort. Complete w/ egg carton spy glasses. You just never know when your house will be overtaken by stormtroopers. Always be prepared, people.


(Eliot requested alien spy glasses as well. Can you tell we're in a Toy Story phase?)

*insert maniacal laughter* I've got them right where I want them.


Before nap? We squeezed in some finger painting. Yeah, we did. Jealous?


After E's 2 hour nap (when I spent time w/ both Laura Ingalls and Dylan and Brenda) we ventured outside. This might be my fav shot of the day. Eliot lied down the minute we got outside to make a snow angel like he does every time and got so confused by what was under him. The majority was ice pellets disguised as snow. Just plain weird.


Helping the neibs try the suddenly tricky job of parking a car...

And amidst the snow falling, the sky was an eerie shade of purple. But if you're reading this, chances are we're all still alive...