Snow in San Antonio....WHAT???

Well, the next to impossible has happened. We actually got snow here in San Antonio on Tuesday night! When we woke up on Wednesday morning, we had a nice blanket of white stuff all over the yards, roofs, cars, porches, etc!

Emily got up and looked out the window and was SO excited. She immediately wanted to go play in it. As you can see in the pictures, it didn't take long for our 1/2 inch of snow to start melting, there wasn't even enough for a snow man! It was just as well, because after about 2 minutes of being outside in the arctic temperatures of 35-40 degrees (hey, give us a break, we're from Texas), the girls had had their fill of cold and wet!

OOOOOH, Mom, it's cold!!!


The blizzard



Emily in the snow


When we went inside, Emily stated,

"Mommy, I think I'll go back outside and play in the the snow when the snow gets warmer"

Very well put, honey.

And THEN, later that day, we went to visit Santa Clause!!! Emily has been eagerly anticipating this for the last week. All the build up of "what are you going to ask for from Santa for Christmas?" was just about too much for Emily. She had it all planned out. Whenever we would ask her, she always would clearly and articulately say something about princess stuff and princess stickers, or bath paints.

So we get to Santa, and Emily and Addison are sitting on his lap. Santa asks Emily the million dollar question,

"So, Emily, what would you like for Christmas?"

And her mind went blank...she stared at him for a few seconds (I felt like we were in the movie A Christmas Story), and then mumbled something to him incoherently.

...It is also possible that I could not hear her answer over the mad, raging, blood curdling scream that was coming out of my OTHER daughter's mouth. Addison was not as pleased to see Santa as her big sister was. You would have thought we had just chopped off both of her arms.

This is not a picture of a happy 18 month old!!!

But we had lots of fun...as long as Addison kept her distance from Santa...and at the end of it all, Emily stood in front of Santa and serenaded him with about 5 of her favorite Christmas songs. It was really cute. Merry Christmas!

I'm SOOOOO pregnant

Well, I have my first official "pregnancy brain" story to tell. I had several of them with both Emily and Addison, and this pregnancy will clearly not escape the continued loss of precious brain cells from my head.

In case you are wondering, "pregnancy brain" is a term that describes the total absent-mindedness, absolute brain deadness that occurs when you are pregnant. Forgetting to close car doors after going inside for HOURS (done that), eternally misplaced keys and cell phones, etc. Now these things can happen to anyone at any time, but I've noticed that MY symptoms are worsened 100 percent when I'm pregnant.

For example, a few nights ago, I curled up on the couch and enjoyed a large bowl of Orange Sherbet ice cream...a pregnancy favorite for me. After my lovely dessert, I cleaned up the kitchen, put my bowl in the sink, and Brian and I went to bed. The next morning, when I opened up the refrigerator to get out milk for the girls' breakfast, I saw out of the corner of my eye an item that clearly did not belong in the refrigerator. It did not take me long to realize that in my state of "pregnancy brain", I had put my beloved orange sherbet ice cream in the refrigerator INSTEAD of the freezer the night before.

Needless to say, my favorite ice cream was nothing but a pile of orange mush.

I mostly think that these incidences are amusing, but there is always that little fear in the back of my mind that I will NEVER recover from this...or that I might leave my children sitting in the shopping cart while I mindlessly drive away...OR that I will inadvertently pour the dog a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal and try to feed my girls dog food.

These things don't REALLY happen...right??

All I want for Christmas...

A couple of weeks ago, Emily and I went to Chic-Fil-A for lunch. We were in the bathroom when a mother and her young son came in, and his mouth was a little bloody. I started talking to the mom, who told me that he had lost a couple of teeth during lunch, and she was just helping to clean him up a bit.

Emily is listening to this whole exchange, and watching the little boy with a bloody mouth with WIDE eyes. She looks up at me and asks,

"Mommy, what happened to him?"

I replied, "Well, when you get to be a little bit older, your teeth will start coming out and you will have new teeth that come in. You get to have BRAND NEW teeth!"

A few seconds go by, and I can tell that Emily is not convinced by my explanation. So she asks,

"Mommy, is he falling apart?"