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The Nitty Gritty of Growing an Itty Bitty

35 weeks pregnant

35 weeks pregnant

When I first found out I was pregnant, I contemplated resurrecting this blog and posting about my pregnancy weekly. This is by far the most exciting adventure I’ve had in my life. It seemed fitting that I should regularly blog about it. Then, I decided against it. I had several reasons. One of which is that I suspected that my folks would be unhappy about me being unmarried and pregnant. For harmony’s sake, I decided to keep the news of my pregnancy low-profile for as long as possible. (Sidenote: My suspicions regarding my folks were correct, but that is a story for another day.) My other reason for not blogging throughout this pregnancy is that I am among the last of my friends to have a baby. I didn’t think I had anything to add to the conversation. If you search, there are THOUSANDS of pregnancy & mommy blogs out there.

At present, I’m 38 weeks pregnant and 2 weeks away from our due date. We’re expecting a little girl who for the purposes of this blog I will refer to as “Baby Darling”.  Now that I am almost at the end of my pregnancy, I did want to share a few of my thoughts. They’re a bit random, but I’ll try to organize them as best I can. So here goes…

I love being pregnant.

I never thought I’d say this, but I do love being pregnant. I have been very fortunate to have had a smooth and uneventful pregnancy thus far. Years ago when I contemplated becoming a mom, I assumed that I would be one of those women who gained 50 lbs, had weird cravings and had an altogether uncomfortable pregnancy. In light of my family’s history with babies over the last couple of years (my cousin’s passing after childbirth and my other cousin’s premature labor), it wasn’t that much of a stretch.

I have been presently surprised and relieved. I have felt amazing. Although, I’m a fairly dull pregnant woman. Sorry, no weird cravings here. I have my fair share of minor pregnancy complaints like stretch marks, heartburn, hot flashes, exhaustion, swelling, difficulty sleeping and carpal tunnel. You can’t put your body through the rigors of growing another human being without some side effects. On the upside, I have enjoyed feeling Baby Darling grow and move as this pregnancy progresses. When no one is around, I play little games and read to my baby bump and am always thrilled when Baby Darling responds.

I have never felt more beautiful in my life. I’m infatuated with my baby bump. I have gained 12 lbs thus far and it’s pretty much all in my belly. If you don’t believe me, you should see all the selfies I post to my Instagram. I’m really hoping I can carry this love of my body into my postpartum life.

I believe my overall well-being has a lot to do with being physically active and eating well through most of this pregnancy. I have not binged terribly or “ate for two”.  I’m still human. So I will have a large lemonberry slush from Sonic or doughnuts from Krispy Kreme or large Cajun fries with a milkshake from Cookout from time to time. Now that I’m much larger I’m not running anymore, but I’m still doing my best to do stretches and take walks.

The medical community makes a big deal about having a baby over the age of 35. Thankfully, because of my general good health, this hasn’t been a factor. But, it has given me some pause emotionally…

37 weeks pregnant

37 weeks pregnant

I’m going to be an “old mom”.

When I first discovered I was pregnant, I was panicked. I don’t feel particularly old, but I am 38 and pregnant. While many of my peers will have kids who are in high school and college, I will be changing diapers and teaching Baby Darling the alphabet. I did the math and realized that I will be in my 50s when she graduates from high school.

I never planned to have a baby at this point in my life, but I always wanted to have children. If things always went as people planned, I would’ve been a mom in my mid-late 20s. That, of course, did not happen. During my mid-20s, I had my “Must-be-married-and-have-kids-by-30” crisis, which led to a series of disastrous relationships. It left me emotionally spent and I put my quest to start a family on the back burner. Then in my late 20s, I met and married Rob who wasn’t exactly keen on starting a family. The timing was never right. Then, I realized that starting a family with Rob would’ve been a grave mistake. After the divorce, I thought I’d never have children and was preparing myself to be “Cool Auntie Anne” for the rest of my life.

Needless to say, I am thrilled to become a mom. I have embraced the idea that Baby Darling is arriving at exactly the right time. The beauty of having her at this point in my life is that I have had a full life thus far with many adventures. I’ve had my wild child phase, traveled, moved around, and been career-driven. I’m ready to “settle down”.  Although, I don’t believe that having children necessarily stops you from having adventures or makes your life dull. It just changes things a bit. The other benefit to having a baby at this point is I’m having this baby with the best partner possible. Which brings me to my next point….

D & Me - 32 weeks

D & Me – 32 weeks

D is an amazing partner.

When D and I talked about having a family, I didn’t really think about the details. Like me, he has always been family-oriented and loved spending time with his niece and nephews. I just knew he’d be a great dad. I never gave much thought to what he would be like once I actually got pregnant. To his credit, D has really surprised me. He has been wonderful throughout this pregnancy. When I was initially stunned and upset about being pregnant, he was a reassuring force and was so happy that it was contagious. Any doubts that I may have had were instantly removed.

I have always said that I didn’t want to have children unless I had an equal partner. D has exceeded any expectations I might have had.  He has been so loving and sweet. From kissing my belly before he leaves for work, tiptoeing quietly when I sleep in, and rubbing my ever swelling feet, he has been exactly what I need when I need it. When I am nervous, he is the calm voice of reason. Since we took our Birthworks – childbirth prep class, D has become even more involved with this pregnancy and the decisions we make for our child. This is a segue to my next thought….

We are going to be crunchy, granola, hipster-y parents.

I am just going to go ahead and own this one. We took Birthworks classes, which are an 8 week course on childbirth and postpartum in lieu of the 1-day Hospital education class. After taking classes and weighing our options, I’d like to have as natural as birth as possible with minimal medical interventions. We’ve hired a doula to help with labor and delivery. I’d like to labor at home for as long as possible and let my body do what it is meant to do. No, this doesn’t mean I’m trying to have a homebirth. Nor does it mean that in the heat of the moment I won’t change my mind and opt for drugs and whatever other medical interventions I’m offered. We’re flexible and willing to go with whatever the situation requires. I’m just glad to have had a chance to weigh all of our options and come up with some a gameplan.

Our cloth diaper collection

Our newborn cloth diaper collection

We are planning to cloth diaper Baby Darling. This has brought a wild array of reactions. We (meaning I) researched and felt like this would be a good option for us. Cloth diapering isn’t like it used to be and there are lots of modern options. If you’re curious about cloth diapering, you can find more information here.

We also would like to baby wear and make our own baby food. There’s more, but I think you get the gist of things.

What has surprised me is the amount of flack we’ve gotten for some of these choices.  While these choices are different from what our peers and family members have done, we aren’t saying our choices are better or that what others have done is wrong. We’re just choosing to do what we think is best for us. None of these decisions were made lightly nor without extensive research. Sometimes, I wish people would realize that. Because neither of us have ever been parents, we are trying what we think will work, but understand that sometimes you’ll have to alter your plans to fit the needs of your family.

These are all the random thoughts I can gather about being pregnant. If I think of anything else, I’ll be sure to write another post. With any luck, it’ll be before Baby Darling arrives 😉


For Bill

I met William “Bill” R. Walker and his lovely wife Evelyn in the fall of 2001. If the name doesn’t sound familiar, it should. They are my best friend Cicely’s parents. Meeting them was like meeting the real-life cross of the Huxtables and the Cleavers. I was instantly envious that Cicely had such great parents. They had come to Virginia Beach to visit Cicely and me in our rented condo, the condo which we now refer to as the “Argo Ct. Experience”. Bill and Evelyn were warm and effusive. They instantly whisked us off for shopping and dinner. I remember that first dinner distinctly. We went to Bangkok Garden, a local Thai restaurant. The food was so authentic that Evelyn and Bill were instantly transported back to when they lived in Thailand. Bill even spoke to our waiter in Thai, which delighted and startled him. If that wasn’t funny enough, Bill declared he was going to drink the sauce directly from the bowl of his Ginger Chicken. Evelyn was mortified. Cicely and I laughed. He didn’t do it. Although, he was “this close”. It was a wonderful evening – the first of many unforgettable times spent with the Walker family. It goes without saying that Bill and Evelyn became like second parents to me.

Bill worked in North Carolina after having spent a few years in Kuwait. Evelyn split her time between NC and Nashville, TN where she was caring for Cicely’s grandmother. Cicely and I would frequently visit Bill in NC. We would go to get mini-escapes from college work and our jobs as waitresses. It was serene and peaceful. I nicknamed their home the “Fortress of Solitude and Naps.” As a bonus, we were able to do our laundry, too. As college students who hated laundromats, this was the epitome of luxury. We once arrived while Bill was at work, loaded up our laundry, and fell asleep. Bill woke us proclaiming that he thought he’d been burglarized, but burglars don’t do laundry.

Cicely and I celebrate her birthday during one of our many visits

I relished these short visits. They were mostly spent relaxing, enjoying meals and having movie marathons with Bill. He’d regale us with stories from his work overseas and embarrass Cicely with stories from her childhood. Because Bill was also a photo enthusiast, we would “talk shop” about photography while Cicely read. We would make plans to go on photo safaris. Bill was very athletic and we’d trade adventure stories. Even in his 60s, Bill was still an avid cyclist and tennis player.

During one of our visits, Bill was considerably less energetic. He dismissed it and stated his doctor diagnosed him as being anemic. In March 2002, Bill was headed back to the doctor because he was feeling worse. That visit brought the worst possible news. Bill had Leukemia. It was a shock. How could someone so healthy and vibrant get so sick? Bill immediately began chemotherapy. We were all hopeful he’d pull through. Bill was a fighter. He had been a helicopter pilot during the Vietnam War and followed that up with government work in many of the world’s hotspots like Panama and Kuwait. If anyone could fight Leukemia, it was Bill.

I was wrong. Leukemia had gotten a head start with Bill. Even with the chemotherapy and other treatments, Bill deteriorated quickly. By the summer, Bill was physically half the man he used to be. He was frail and thin. It was heartbreaking. All the while, he was very upbeat and determined. The months and treatments passed quickly.

Before we knew it, it was Thanksgiving. Because I knew Bill loved pie, I had found a local pie maker and brought an extravaganza of pies.  I bought 6 different pies – all his favorites. He cried when he saw all the pies. I told him that pies are not supposed to bring tears and that they must be terrible pies if they made him cry. He laughed. We had a pie party. By then, Cicely had moved back home to spend more time with her dad. At Thanksgiving dinner, I announced that I was moving to California. Bill and Evelyn were both very encouraging. They told me it was time for me to have my big adventure. It was the last time I saw Bill.

Between the holiday rush and packing up to move, I didn’t get another opportunity to visit Cicely, Evelyn and Bill in NC.  In January 2003, I arrived in Southern California. Shortly after that, Bill passed away surrounded by his family. I was unable to attend his funeral.

I knew then as I know now that Bill’s positive influence in my life cannot fully be measured. At the time, I was estranged from my father and had broken up with an emotionally abusive boyfriend. I was on the road to being what one might call a ball-busting man-hater. I’m not kidding. Bill doted on Cicely and was the kind of father I always wished I’d had. Bill and Evelyn frequently teased one another and “drove each other crazy”, but you could still feel the love after 40+ years of marriage. He actively volunteered and was an upstanding member of his community. Bill reminded me that there are good and amazing men in the world. If that wasn’t enough, he treated me as well as his own daughter. Bill’s time in my life was brief, but it left an indelible mark on my heart.

Because I was unable to attend his funeral, I wanted to find some other way to honor Bill. Initially, I thought I’d participate in the MS 100, which was an event that Bill regularly participated in. I quickly scrapped that idea when I discovered that I was in no way shape or form a cyclist.

My awesome friend Ben

My friend Ben trained for the L.A. Triathlon with Team In Training. Helping him fund raise and seeing him train inspired me. I was all set to train for the Nike Women’s Marathon with Team In Training. Then, life got in the way. I had a career that took all of my time. I stopped being active and put on weight. Years passed. I got married. I got divorced. I moved back to Virginia. I forgot about Team In Training and fundraising to commemorate Bill.

Regina and I after the Rock N Roll Denver Half

It wasn’t until last year that I thought about Team In Training again. I ran the Rock N Roll Denver Half Marathon with my friend Regina. Seeing her with the rest of the Team In Training Denver chapter convinced me.

Newest member of Team In Training

Here I am. After 8 years, I think it’s time I finally honor a man who meant a lot to me. I’m raising money for an organization that is fighting to find a cure for the very disease that took him far too soon. I don’t think any family should go through what the Walkers went through.

Please support me as I train for my 1st Marathon. It’s always been on my “Bucket List” to run one. I’ve tried to lotto into the Nike Women’s Marathon twice. This felt like my year.

Of course, donations will be greatly appreciated. I’ll have several fundraisers in the months coming up.

For those that would like to donate now, here is a link to my Team In Training page.

This will be quite an adventure. If you’d like to follow along with my marathon training, please feel free to read Anne K. Running Away.

Progress Report

A year ago today, I took the first big step in starting my life over. At 9AM last year, I boarded a Virgin America flight from Orange County bound for Washington, D.C. I had 10 boxes in tow – 1o boxes that held most of what I hold dear.

I was leaving the life that I had spent 7 years building, a relationship that I had been in for nearly 6 years, and the dog that I had raised for 5 years. I cried most of the flight. I have never been filled with so much uncertainty and heartache as I was on that day. Despite this, I knew that leaving was the best thing I could do for myself.

Staying in a relationship where I was miserable and stressed to the point of physical illness would have been lunacy. I gave new meaning to loving someone until it kills you. Make no mistake, I loved Rob. However, sometimes love isn’t enough… especially when someone doesn’t love you nearly as much in return.

So, I ended a marriage that wasn’t working and had no hope of surviving. I received a second chance and a new lease on life that many people never get.

I could not have done it without my support system.

I have an amazing family – both immediate and extended. My immediate family drives me crazy sometimes, but I know that when I need them they’re there. I would not have even considered leaving Rob if my parents hadn’t generously invited me to move back home. Both of my siblings Cathee and Nate stepped up and assisted me at crucial moments. My grandma has been my cheerleader and source of consolation. In addition, I have a multitude of Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins that have been there for me in ways that I hope to repay someday.

I have a plethora of friends who rallied to support me. My best friend Cicely counseled me and drove with me cross-country. My other dear friend Neleh helped me transition back to Virginia and threatened to remove me from my folks’ home lest I keep hiding in my bedroom. Of course, I had countless other friends who offered advice and stories of encouragement. The most amazing part is that I have not met many of these friends in person. Many are people who I chat with on Twitter or are blog friends. In essence, they were total strangers.

Where am I a year later?

I’m healthier than I’ve been in years. As I have exclaimed all over this blog, I am now a runner.

This hasn’t been the easiest year. There have been a few setbacks. I’m not entirely where I want to be, but there has been progress. Even a little progress is better than where I was before.

I took a hiatus from The Paper Stylist to focus on the rest of my design and photography work. This has given me the opportunity to restructure and evaluate what I want to do. I have been able to expand my portfolio. I’m excited about the projects I have on the Horizon.

Just when I thought I would hate living in Virginia, I had two fortuitous breaks. One is that I started contributing as a photographer and writer for AltDaily.com. While working with them, I’ve become very involved with my community and discovered there is much more to love about this part of Virginia. The other thing is I made local friends courtesy of Twitter. I’ve been to more birthday parties and “just because” gatherings than I can even count. These folks have made my life here more than tolerable, it’s been downright enjoyable.

Traveling has once again become a hobby of mine. I have been making up for lost time. I have flown and driven many miles to visit new destinations. While I haven’t gotten any new stamps in my passport, I have seen so much of this beautiful country.

In the state that I was in a year ago, I had sworn off men and relationships. For 6 months, I hid at home. Then, I re-entered the dating arena. It was hilarious and disastrous. I was ready to swear off dating when I met someone who I ended up liking a lot. Yes, D, I’m talking about you. We went on a few dates. Somehow, a few dates turned into several. Several dates morphed into spending lots of time together. Now, we’ve been “together” for a few months. I like where we’re at and that’s all I’m going to say about it. 😉

My life is immeasurably better than it was a year ago. It’s nothing like I thought it would be and I like it.

You can start over again. Life really isn’t over until you’re dead.

Lighter Moments

April 15-19, 2010

Warning: This post is not to be read on an empty stomach. Also, this post is heavily laden with images. It’ll take some patience, but it’s worth the wait.

It was emotional weekend, but it was also filled with moments of levity. It should be no surprise that these lighter moments involved food.

Our first full day in Canada was spent at Niagara-on-the-Lake and Niagara Falls. My cousin GeeVee, his wife Rachel and their daughter Kammi frequently go on short jaunts in the areas surrounding Toronto. They were ready to take us all on a culinary expedition. No one was left hungry or disappointed.

Our first stop was Kurtz Orchards and Country Market.

Grilled Southwest Turkey Sandwich

World-renowned Maple Syrup

Maple Syrup that was $22 a bottle

Turkish Delight

Myles hangs out while we have lunch

Our next stop was Picard’s Peanuts.

Of course, we had to stop for dessert. We stopped by  Pie Plate Bakery and Cafe.

The desserts are as divine as they look. We ordered several slices of pie so that we could sample a bit of everything. I am glad we did. Every pie is tantalizing. Each had its own nuance. The crust was flaky without being too dry. The pie fillings were sweet without being overbearing. Their reputation of being the best dessert shop in Ontario is justified.

Cherry Pie

Lemon Meringue

Strawberry Rhubarb Pie

Apple Pie

After having dessert, we headed over to see Niagara Falls, which I had never seen before. It is definitely worth seeing.

Cousins GeeVee, Marnie, Rachel and niece Kammi

Myles and I at Niagara Falls

While I was Canada, I had to try Tim Horton’s coffee, the Canadian equivalent of Starbucks. Tim Horton’s is far superior to Starbucks.

Perfect duo for the damp cold weather - Tim Horton's Coffee & Timbits


Nate and Myles

For dinner, we stopped to get some Phở


Spring Rolls

Fried Spring Rolls

My absolute favorite - Vietnamese iced coffee

On Saturday night, we went out for burgers.  Per Khurram’s suggestion, we went to Harvey’s burger.

I had to try Poutine. It is a dish consisting of French fries topped with fresh cheese curd, covered with brown gravy and sometimes additional ingredients. The verdict? It’s a meal unto itself.

On the night after Melanie’s Memorial Mass, we decided to go to Hooter’s. Sounds like an odd choice, but it wasn’t. Melanie and Khurram had this tradition of going to Hooters in whichever city they were visiting. When I first heard about it, I thought it was quirky, but funny. Going to Hooter’s seemed like a perfect choice.

GeeVee and Rachel

Marnie and Me

Nate aka Mr. Personality

Because we were out so late and had such a good time reminiscing, I had to grab a few of these while on the road home.

Although we were only in Canada for 4 days, I’m fairly certain I left 5 lbs heavier 😉

A Year Later

April 15-19, 2010

The Birthday Girl - Aalia Sabine is 1

One Year. 365 days. There are points in life when a year seems to pass slowly and other times when a year passes so quickly. In this instance, it feels like both. It is hard to believe that it’s been a year since Aalia’s birth and her mother Melanie’s passing. In the past year, I have had the pleasure of watching Aalia (via Skype and Facebook) reach her baby milestones – babbling, smiling, eating solid foods, etc. There have been fleeting moments where I forget that Melanie is gone. I have caught myself thinking, “I wonder if Mel would like this..” or “I bet Mel loves that Aalia does {insert random thing}”. This is not to say Melanie is forgotten, but that the loss is still hard for me to accept and acknowledge.  Of course, the loss is more acute and difficult for Melanie’s immediate family. After the funeral last year, my brother Nate and I promised to be at Aalia’s First Birthday to help celebrate. Being at the funeral forged an inexplicable bond.

When it was decided that Aalia’s Birthday was going to be celebrated in Toronto, Canada (Khurram’s hometown), there was no doubt that we were going to be there. We’re always looking for an excuse to get out-of-town. Initially, we were going to fly to Toronto. Upon researching plane tickets, we discovered that perhaps that wasn’t the most cost-efficient way to go. We decided to drive… 12 hours with our mom and Myles!

Myles is clicked in and ready to go

Nate behind the wheel - iPhone pic

There was a lot of apprehension over bringing Myles on the trip. There were concerns over how well he would travel and what to do with him once we got to Canada. The trip went smoother than expected. I suspect it’s because I dosed Myles with Rescue Remedy and he slept most of the way.  It was a good thing we brought him. Myles’ presence created a lot of lightness and fun to the trip.

iPhone picture

A highlight of this trip is that it was my first time in Canada! Woohoo! Stamp in my passport…. not quite. Although they now require a passport to travel between the U.S. and Canada, no stamps are given.  {My new passport still has no stamps.}

We arrived at our hotel without incident. Exhaustion hit us and we were asleep within minutes.

Our first full day in Canada was spent sightseeing around Niagara Falls, which will be covered in a separate post.

The birthday extravaganza for Aalia was on Saturday. There was not one, but TWO birthday parties.

The first party was a kids’ party, which we attended towards the end. The party was held in the morning at indoor playground.

Khurram (daddy) and Aalia - photo by Rachel

photo by Rachel

photo by Rachel

Kammi gets in on the fun

Aalia and Khurram

The second party was held for family and close friends and was hosted by Khurram’s sister Seema and his brother-in-law Harry.

Delicious birthday cake

Party favors and Memory Box for Aalia

More Party Favors

Mom and Auntie Lilly

Cousin GeeVee, Nate, Mom, and Auntie Lilly - photo by Rachel

Rachel, Kammi, and Geevee - Photo by Marnie

photo by Khurram

The following day, there was a Memorial Service for Melanie and a reception at a local Filipino restaurant.

photo by Rachel

Melanie's Immediate Family - GeeVee (brother), Marnie (sister), Kammi (niece), Aalia, Khurram (husband), Aunt Lilly (mom), and Rachel (sister-in-law)

It was somber weekend with moments of levity sprinkled and lots of noshing in-between. It was good to spend time with family and to celebrate Aalia’s birthday. Despite the circumstances following her birth, Aalia’s birthday is still a happy occasion. After all, she is Mel’s greatest legacy.

Last Hurrahs

I know I’m supposed to be recapping my cross-country road trip, but I want to do a little backtracking.
February 8-16, 2010
The last week that I spent in Los Angeles was emotional. As one might it expect, I was simultaneously ecstatic and upset about closing this chapter of my life. The plan was to spend the week taking care of paperwork, packing up the last of my things, spending time with those nearest and dearest to me, and purchasing craft supplies. Despite my planning, I did not do nearly as much as I set out to do. The week went by so fast. I feel like I blinked and suddenly it was time to head out on the road.
Here are some of the things I was able to squeeze into my visit.

  • I had some quality time with Dottie.
  • I hung out with my Aunt, Uncle, Cousins and Nieces.
    I’m happy to report that little Brooklyn is doing well despite her very early arrival last summer. My cousin Jasmine and Brooklyn’s dad moved into a gorgeous apartment in Laguna Beach. They’re within walking distance of the beach. {So jealous!}

    Brooklyn with her momma/my cousin Jasmine

    • Since I’m so food-obsessed, the rest of my activities were centered around food. I wanted to go to some of my favorite culinary establishments.

    Rob and I went to Little Tokyo to grab a bite to eat. Yes, you’re reading that correctly. Despite the divorce, Rob and I are still on good terms. Besides, I’ve never known that man to pass up on a meal. We had Ramen at Daikokuya.

    We grabbed dessert at Fugetsu-do.

    I had meals with various other friends.

    Carne Asada tacos from a Taco Truck on Figueroa St. in Highland Park

    Chile Rellenos from La Llamarada in Lincoln Heights

    Beef Stew with Handmade Noodles at Mandarin Noodle House in Monterey Park

    Steamed Dumplings from Mandarin Noodle House in Monterey Park

    Shrimp Cakes from Sanamuluang Cafe in Hollywood

    A few of us headed out to the over hyped, terribly crowded L.A. Street Food Fest. For those that follow me on Twitter, you already know how terribly this went. All I got to do was take a few pics. We didn’t get a single morsel to eat.

Instead we headed to Hodori in Koreatown and had Korean BBQ.

Galbi - Short Ribs

Jap Chae

What I did not capture are all the fantastic people who work at my fave eateries. I’ve been frequenting many of these establishments since I moved to L.A. Many of the servers already know what I’m going to order. {I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.} I will really miss those unspoken relationships.

There you have it. That was my week in L.A. Somehow, it feels like I didn’t do it any justice or that I didn’t give L.A. the proper “goodbye”.  Then again, maybe this just means that I’m not completely done with this city. I learned a long time ago, not to swear off any city.

My 1st snow

So, there was this thing called snow. Everybody made a big deal about it. I didn’t really understand what the big deal was about.  All I know is that Momma put my coat and these things called boots. I didn’t really like the boots too much, but Momma said it would protect my paws.

We went outside and it was white everywhere. It was so cold, but you could eat the ground! I love to eat ice, but this was better than ice.

I played with my boys.

Mostly, I hopped around in the white stuff. It was hard to move in boots. I kept losing them. Momma took them off and then I really had a good time.

After I was done playing, I looked like this…