Don't Eat Yellow Snow. No... NO! The Brown Snow Is Not Ok, Either

Aaron took the kiddies out to "enjoy" the 5 ft snow drift that kept us trapped in the house most of our visit. We loved that we got to see the family, but we are pretty certain that we will forever keep our visits to Utah void of the winter months.

Grandma Lynda helped bundle up the girls with her surplus of warm clothes. We thought we had done well for ourselves when we packed for a chilly climate, only to have it laugh in our faces and remind us why we so enjoy January days in Arkansas like today, where the temp reached a sunny 72.
This little jacket must have been Janae or Jana's. I fell in love with it. It was a little snug for her, but if I find out we are having a girl, I hope this little jacket will make it's way to my mailbox. It looks exactly like something I might have worn as a child, and...well just look at that little ruffle around Quincy's face, so stinking cute.


Reese was frozen to her bones, but it didn't stop her from making snowball after snowball and throwing them at me. If I had been a cool mom (as opposed to the wimpy, non-cool, boring mom that I was last week) I would have built a snow fort with her and had a good laugh pelting the dogs with our pre-made ammo. But wet dogs smell worse than regular dogs, so we left them alone. And since I was bitter that I was banned (for legitimate reasons, but still...boo.) from sledding, skiing, or ice skating this winter, I pretty much left the snow alone alltogether during our trip...with the exception of throwing up in it outside the bowling alley, Jordan River Temple, Rob and Lynda's house, the church, Weinersnitzel, The Gateway Parking garage (why do parking garages have to smell so bad? Is there some sort of rule? It's like car exhaust meets mildew from and underground cave meets cigarette breath) Target, Cafe Rio, and Taco Bell. (Ok, that sounds like a lot of throwing up...and it was. I actually have been feeling loads better the past few weeks, but we were struck with some lovely food poisoning during our trip, and coupled with my worthless stomach, altitude headache, and the nasty cold I had been fighting, the result was a very green and grouchy Meg most of the week.)
Lucky for my kids, they have a super dad, who enjoys building snowmen, "snowcastles", snow angels, and sledding. He took the camcorder sledding (the old camcorder...we decided to return the Black Friday Camcorder since our new digital camera can take little videos, and aside from being non-digital and enormous, there is nothing wrong with the old one.) I wish I had pictures of them sledding, maybe one of the aunties have pics on their cameras?


Most of my pictures of Pieces in the snow turned out fuzzy. I'm not sure why. She did manage to hit me with a snowball, though and I wonder if there was moisture on the lens when I took some of the pics. This is precisely why we do not pay big money for cameras. They begin their slow death once they become ours. This particular camera only cost 60 bucks. I'm taking bets on how long this one will last us!

OH! And just so I don't receive 100 phone calls tomorrow asking if our baby is going to be "Princess Daisy Genevieve" or a "Algneron Baby Stogie Jackson" (no, she doesn't know what a stogie is, but that's Reese's latest name for baby boy), my appointment has been MOVED! Apparently my Doctor "unexpectedly" needed to take the day off, and they have "conviently" rescheduled me for an appointment Wednesday evening. Since I doubt the ultrasound tech will be around after 5pm on a wed evening, we might have to wait another week to see if we spy a little pee-pee or a pink bow on a bald head. I can't believe I waited the whole 9 months to find out the sex with Reese and Quincy. The suspense is klling me! Probably because this pregnancy has been so different...I just want to know if the rumors are true, or if this kid is going to get a Barbie Powerwheel Jeep on the day of her birth just for making pregnancy relatively easier this time around.