… whaaaaatever… the news kept blaring yesterday that we wouldn’t get an ounce of snow. Oh it’s just going to be in Richmond. You MIGHT see a flurry in Fredericksburg and further south, but no accumulation. Ok ladies, let’s look outside yonder window to see a pile of fluffy white snow! I do believe that’s more than a flurry sitting on my deck. Olivia and I were taken by surprise this morning as we exited the grocery store from our weekly shopping pilgrimage. Certainly, that couldn’t be a quarter inch of snow could it? Why yes, yes it was. Thankfully, I have a 4WD vehicle. Olivia took great pleasure in sticking her tongue out to catch snowflakes. Where on earth do these kids learn this stuff? It’s like being cute is in their DNA.

I got a few candid shots today. She was NOT in the mood and has gotten to the point where she won’t even look at the camera (unless I wave an entire block of cheese over it… kid’s worse than a mouse about that stuff I swear). We went with the oh so fashionable sweatshirt and diaper attire today. She has some sort of little rash on her leg, so we wanted it to breathe a bit instead of shoving her into some leggings.

We made a quick phone call to Grandpa Rick. See, we have this huge picture frame on the wall next to the stairs. We’ve filled it with pictures of Olivia with various family members and every day after school I stop by that frame and go through and point out people. We have two grandfathers and three grandmothers. It’s a little crazy for her to keep track of everyone, but she seems fixated by “PaPa” — or commonly known as Grandpa Rick. If I say “where’s PaPa” then she runs to the gate and points up at the picture. She knows the grandmothers too, but she gets confused when I say “where’s grandma” because, well, there’s three of them. We will have to come up with funny names for all of you. I beg you to volunteer, because we will think of something that will stick that you may not like So we called PaPa and she kept saying “Hello” and eventually “Hi PaPa” which I think at that point, my father melted into a giant pile of goo.

No worries grandmas — we’re working on it and I think we’re totally getting there with the rest of the family members.

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