Alex had another thrilling day at the new house. Her morning consisted mostly of running around frantically with occasional stops at the "micsic" table to dance. We unpacked like, I don't know, unpack rats? In any case, very quickly so that we are down to no more boxes upstairs at all. What a relief to only have extraneous stuff to unpack whenever we get around to it!

Of course we got about five inches of snow today - the perfect opportunity to finally use the snow suit that I bought oh so many months ago. Turns out Alex has grown, but there's nothing wrong with the overstuffed sausage look, so I crammed her in there nice and cozy. And then discovered that the convenient waterproof booties that slip over baby's shoes were designed for babies with daintier feet. So after much debate, Jeff and I found a few grocery bags and rubber bands, and suddenly Alex was mostly waterproof like we wanted.

We went outside just as the snow stopped falling and the sun came out. Alex was unimpressed as per usual, but when we put her down on the driveway she, quicker than the eye could possibly see, scooped up tiny, daintier than her feet mouthfuls of snow. She soon had a minuscule snow goatee, and seemed quite happy. Oh, I forgot to mention, since she peeled her mittens off mere milliseconds after I put them on, her hands were uncovered, and of course instantly as cold as the snow.

Anyway, she progressed from clean snow to brown slush very quickly, so I removed her from the driveway and plopped her on the lawn into the fresher snow. She fell hands first and had a nuclear meltdown due to the shock of almost face-planting in the snow. It all went downhill from there, and she was soon not only inside but fast asleep - that minute outside was enough to completely sap her of all her strength.

Later today, I clear what seems to be a small explosion of plastic and plush in the living room so I could vacuum. Alex, ever helpful, mostly ran around with the tubes from the vacuum. I had just finished vacuuming and was flitting around doing something equally domestic somewhere other than the living room only to return to the living room and find Alex with both hands in the very fluffy soil of the Pandora vine. She had soil on/in her mouth, and had raked big handfuls onto the floor, like you do when Mommy is vacuuming and otherwise domestic goddessing and not paying you any attention. OK, not totally true - I always talk to her even when the vacuum is running. She obviously needed more than a few words today.

Anyway, a squirt of the kitchen hose later, Alex was de-soiled, and we moved on with our day. Books were read, cats were stepped on, but no more snow was eaten. We'll wait a bit on that.

After a quiet evening of Spongebob, watched from the toasty lap of Daddy and under a warm blanket (one of 16, I discovered after a quick count today) it was off to books (3 of them) and bed. And after a cry and a short conversation with herself, Alex is still, I assume, firmly tucked in and finally asleep. Hopefully to dream dreams of brownies. (We shared some today. I'll not reveal how many, and who ate the most.)