It's our turn

Rainy Rupert is having a snowy, blowy day. We've had light dustings of snow over the last few weeks but today is the first substantial snow fall. It still looks magical as the roads aren't brown and slushy yet. The flakes are very tiny so it's taking a while to accumulate. I hope the wind stops so we can take Max out to play. I'll have to find those size 8 boots my Dad bought when M was a baby! For now we're nice and cozy inside. Max has embraced his Padraig "house shoes" (doesn't like slippers :) and I'm wishing I had my own. (That's not a hint, I'll get them eventually!) Marty is cozy as ever in his snowflake sleeper. And I think I hear him cooing himself awake. Not anything too exciting, just the goings on at our house. **By the time I had finished writing this, the sand truck had rumbled up and down our winter wonderland. I guess the people want to be able to get their cars up the hill.**