I woke up with Christmas music on my mind.
The first snowfalls do that to me.
(However, successive snowfalls in, say, April/May have the opposite effect. Idaho, remember?)
Annie, however, still needed help. Dad to the rescue (did I mention I love that guy?)! I was practically rolling on the floor listening to Ben's mild expletives (okay, not REAL expletives) as he shoved (hah) Annie's little body into her boots, coat, and gloves. He had a taste of my world. Fortunately, I've had years to develop an immunity to the exhaustion that comes with the never-ending job of dressing little ones in winter clothes over and over and over again. Time for Benny-Boy to get an immunization!