Here is a funky bunch of snow hanging over the eave. Mom thought it was cool. So she took a picture of it.
This is what Lucky thought of going outside this morning. She doesn't look very happy, does she?
Of course, I am hanging out by the door, waiting for it to open even an inch, and then I'll be inside before you can say "Jack Frost" This look says "I want in NOW!" Can you tell?
This is dad shoveling and admiring his work. He always shovels paths for us to walk. He's a good dad that way.