Woke up to snow on the ground this morning. Little Anne Peyton peered out the window thoughtfully, then said excitedly "Mommy! I want to throw snow on Daddy and Tommy!".

Undoubtedly she was remembering the fun of our last snowfall, which occurred on a Sunday. Today was a work day, and a daycare day, so methinks the meltdown that ensued was because the morning wasn't quite living up to her "family fun in the snow" expectation.

At breakfast, when served his banana, Tommy said "nanananana".